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He touch the legs — taut, fibrous, made for jumping — and say what about that man upstairs? I don't want nothing to do with nobody else. I look in the mirror and see his back so green. He stares through his own wondering how he can splatter. Tear out his insides and cover himself — make it all red. Ain't nobody looking at me. What did I do to deserve this life? With nowhere to turn and nothing to do I lift my chin and feel a barbaric roar reverberate through my parted lips: Waaaaaaaaaaaa.