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At age seven, my father falls on the sidewalk in front of Orange Hill College.

“Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner,”

Carl Hall sat in the back of a car,
a little white dog in his lap,

Emma’s yapping about some school shooting that happened last year in Connecticut that I hadn’t heard about.

We know the magician doesn’t actually make the card disappear, but where does it go?

This is the second article in a series on history’s more obscure serial killers. If you missed the first entry, you can find it here.

Baby farming.

Those are two words th

This is the first part in a series of articles featuring some of the world’s most heinous (and overlooked) serial killers.

It’s 1833 in north-western France. You’re a pries