In his spare time, M. secretly engaged in killing. Not people - you could get executed or go to jail for that - but creatures which could not fight back or complain and would not be missed: flies, mosquitoes, moths, cockroaches, snails, frogs; using his cane or umbrella, lizards and snakes; using his car, mostly at night, stray cats and dogs. He died at eighty-six, mourned by his children and grandchildren and remembered as a man who would never hurt a fly.
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