The WretchThe Wretch Based on Crime and PunishmentThe Wretch
W has lost the will to live in the open. The sun is not a friend, or maybe a convenient crutch, a spot of warmth, but at the least provocation is cast off, now an idiot. Everyone is an idiot, so W lives in a cave by W's self. The occasional brush of warmth afforded by the suns rays are welcomed and then thrust aside. "What good does it all mean anyway?” W is thinking, "It will be over in a moment anyhow, and then the icy dampness I feel at my back will surround me wholly once again as it always has." Memory manifests itself as screaming lunatics trapped
Ta-da!
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