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That summer all he wanted was for it to not be the worst one yet.

He drinks six cans of stale tea in one afternoon and finds hedonistic joy in not leaving his desktop, even though he is free to. Today’s thought of the day was a variation of all the other days as far as he can remember: am i the only one whose mind offers nothing but grief?

He cannot imagine another as human as him but without the demons; and concludes that no one else is human.