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When his five-year-old daughter announced she was going to write a story just like him, Rick Castle was amused, but supportive. He set her up at the little desk in her room, making sure she had all the necessary tools - pencil, paper, crayons.
"Daddy, I have a question," Alexis called out a few hours later.
He walked down the hall, absently wondering what tale of bears or red-headed fairy princesses she had created.
"What is it, Baby Bird?"
"How do you spell "homicidal maniac?"
His face must have reflected his shock.
"What? Should I just call him a 'psychopath' instead?"