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I got a decent night’s sleep in my own bed, although I had a couple of weird dreams that quickly faded from memory when I awoke. But the real events I just learned about hung heavily on my mind. I met Isley Hodges only briefly but he just didn’t seem like a child abuser. I wished I’d gotten more information last night. Hodges could have engaged in consensual s*x with a minor just below the legal age; someone who later cried r**e. That was a lot different from someone who preyed on unsuspecting innocents and abused them. I could see how the former, seeking to understand his impulses, delved into psychiatry. Regardless of the type of s****l abuse, no one deserved to be killed in a hit and run. I made a mental note to look into this sometime in the future. I could talk to the Mariner pitc
