LXXIII

   "My dear son"

     He wanted to puke on that. He didn't know what to say about it. He wanted to be dismissive of course. He wanted to be raged. He did know that twould get to that. He was only sieving his options. He was trying to make his rage known. He wouldn't hide it of course. Why would he hide it. He didn't care what would happen. All he was thinking of was pretending not to had heard that. He knew that time would test it. He wouldn't be patient enough to figure out that. He didn't know how to be patient. Being patient was never his thing. He kept grumbling. His heart was heaving a salient sigh. If he could have his way, he didn't mind if he did rip his heart open. He didn't care. He didn't even know what to care anymore. He wasn't human anymore. He knew that and he would stick to it.  He hated being made to feel too special. He has no idea what he did like. He didn't care what

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