XXIII

     "Where are we?"

     Fate was becoming fetish because even none of them was able to figure out where they were. They probably were trying to register the odd. They couldn't bring themselves to doing it. One wasn't so sure of how he was trying. He didn't know what that was or what would be supplanted. He was trying to ignore things which were so real. He didn't know why he would have to do that. He didn't know why he was putting up with that. He didn't know why fate was that treacherous. He was making his rage known. He was weary of hiding it. He didn't want to hide it anymore. He didn't want to fix it the closet of his rage. He couldn't had done better. He was hoping that he would do better. He couldn't be so sure. He didn't know which thought he was supposed to embrace. He didn't know which rage he was supposed to leap at. He wasn't sure what to think or what not to. His thoughts had been shattered by whooshi

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