It's an apt description if ever there was one. It's about a man who kills another man every day. The same man, is the same victim, every day.
Loni said that she kept "trying to figure out what the narrator's 'deal' was." As did I. I love how our brains do this. When we're presented with something that doesn't make sense, we try to make sense anyway. When we're presented with weird, we try to unweird it.
And it's delightfully evil that Wendig doesn't do it for us.
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