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Everyone stares. Then they cup their hands, while talking to their neighbors, stealing sidelong glances at me. Laughing... Wispering... All they say is how they would like to slowly rip my intestines out and ring them around my neck to make a noose. The world is a vile place, my pressence making it none the less better, But I am only to acknowledge the fact, that the world is only blacks and greys, without color. Only the color Green...