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Transference

“He is in room three sir, but sir”

“What man?”

“See for your self. There is something not right about him”

I entered the room. He did not even look up. Instead a tired laugh, smoking a cigarette.

“This  is a no smoking zone”

“Are you going to charge with that too?”

“I guess not. Do you know why you were brought in here?”

“I have no fucking idea”

“Don’t swear at me!”

“I speak as I like”

Then his eyes opened

Full of darkness

No contrition

No remorse

A criminal

He stared me down

I looked away

I let him go of course

You cant control the devil

He is definitely a force

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