Some time back, Italian media reported a horrific story of a young couple who had deformed a number of girls, pouring acid on their faces. The motive was jealousy; it turned out the victims were all ex girlfriends of the male perpetrator.
You’d have to search for a while for a better plot for a crime novel. Not that we don’t know that reality sometimes supersedes fantasy, but it is as if our minds unconsciously tuck away those pieces of reality that are too ugly, too harsh, too impressive for us to deal with, and categorises them somewhere between truth and fiction.
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