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werewolf
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he was a hulking person. he wore flannels and had auburn hair that blended into his pinkish skin. his skin was very sensitive. in fact, you could tell the weather by it. the colder it was, the more he went towards purple, the warmer, the closer to pink. and his moods were just as sensitive to change, just as instantly responsive. he could go from happy to angry to happy again as quickly as the white is impressed into and then fades out of sunburnt skin. his favorite phrase was "shit ass shit" which loosely translates into, i hate the world, i love the world. he could get very violent, but he could also be very solemn, and left alone. he fell asleep on the last bus and rode it to the end of the line more than once. and those were just the stories he admitted to. he also threw up on an old lady once after a night of heavy drinking. one would get the impression listening to him tell this story, that it was something he was resigned to have happen again, and that it also was his admission of some of the sadness he may have had being fat and somewhat outcast when he was younger. but he was entertaining. he didn't mope much, and made wildly inappropriate jokes at just the right time when whatever was appropriate had you so annoyed that his inappropriate jokes almost seemed appropriate, in on it, self-effacing. he was considered smart by many, but this was largely a consequence of the fact that at a very young age he decided on a general strategy of always calling bullshit. so he was incredulous most of the time about everything and this led to him often being right, and being praised for his keen insight. in actuality, he didn't pay much attention to the particulars but just distrusted most things. he was still a virgin. this meant that he was on his way to either a great accomplishment in science (probably not art), or to the priesthood, or to a life as a loser. but just being normal grew more and more distant as his twenties passed. and also he was an alcoholic, so that eliminated largely the career in science. still, he knew one day he'd grow up and get married and then divorced like his parents. and maybe one or two nights, he wouldn't feel the urge to punch someone, and he'd have his olde english high gravity and he'd make love to his future ex-wife, and it'd be all around good.
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