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Sincerely, Belladonna

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I curate exhibitions. I study beauty. I keep my hands clean. New York is too loud, and the men who run it are louder. Some of them have been going quiet lately, one at a time, without a mark on them, without a struggle, without a single drop of blood on the carpet. The police call me the Silent Monster. I prefer Belladonna. A detective is looking for a ghost. My patron thinks I've become noise. And somewhere between the two, I made the only mistake I have ever made: I let myself feel something. Some things fade naturally. Others are helped.
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