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It's a bad day today. Just like yesterday. Just like a few yesterdays. Darkfeedness meon the outfinally I'llside be, darkmeekness on the inheritside, hollowness do it now everywhere I can't take living.
Seymour is in his fleshy cubby (makes a good cell). Too much sleep doesn't help, but there's nothing else to do. He can't deal with other people right now. Seymour (twitchy, babbling, plant-loving, nervous, WORTHLESS) is gone. Disappointing, huh?
When he wakes up, his mouth is dry and his beard itches like hell.
Seymour does what he usually does when he's awake. Blinks a few times, tries to get some saliva in his dry mouth, shifts position, and closes his eyes to go back to sleep.
Seymour is in his fleshy cubby (makes a good cell). Too much sleep doesn't help, but there's nothing else to do. He can't deal with other people right now. Seymour (twitchy, babbling, plant-loving, nervous, WORTHLESS) is gone. Disappointing, huh?
When he wakes up, his mouth is dry and his beard itches like hell.
Seymour does what he usually does when he's awake. Blinks a few times, tries to get some saliva in his dry mouth, shifts position, and closes his eyes to go back to sleep.