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Because this story is written in the paranoid suspicions of the narrator, any attempt I made to build other characters would just re-enforce the narrators character. His judgements and understanding of other people are mired by his mental illness.
This story isn't about sympathy for his victims. It's about the possibilty that crazy people like the narrator may (son of sam) exist and kill at -what appears to us (not the maniac)- random.
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