In the nineteen years since then, I had learned eleven languages and 713 songs. I had found ways to conceal what I was—even, I was fairly sure, from the Lord of the Ranch herself. I had worked as a cook, a janitor, a pilot. Furthermore, I had settled on a plan of action. Furthermore, I had joined a religious order, and made a great deal of money. In all that time I only killed a dozen people.

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