For the Novel No. 329

The overwhelming exhaustion of being a stranger in a fucked-up land had become a barometer for all his other emotions and states of mind. He was sick with inner conflict he had repressed far longer than his latent hatred for all things Capitalism. The clarity smarted like his cracked rear tooth.

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