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Slamming Doors

Headstrong and unwilling he kept getting clobbered with ostracism until he was blue in the face, blue in the face and a little on edge, prone to lash out.

Still, he had a heart full of love and good will that kept turning in on itself like toenails into the toes of a man without arms.

You can imagine how that made him feel. You can imagine the transformations that took place in the cavern of his bombarded soul. But this gave him charisma and turned his hair golden, opened a portal thru which he was free to escape if he so chose.

But he was so ashamed that the thought of escaping even occurred to him that he lunged further inward, slamming doors as he went.

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