The first time his shadow waved to him, he thought it was a trick of the light. When his shadow took a kettle off the stove, he thought he was dreaming. When his shadow cut his wife’s head off, he was proud. When his shadow stabbed the policeman, he was nervous. His shadow now has religious texts and 14 pounds of explosives. He is not sure how he feels about that.

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