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He doesn't want to. But he does.

The water he splahes on his face is cold. Very cold.

The mark on his neck doesn't fade even a little bit.

The gray clothes he replaces his old ones with are too long.

But he tries to appreciate the small luxury of having clothes to wear, if nothing else.

His brain is not being terribly appreciative at the moment.

It rarely ever is.

Ouch. I'm re-reading what I've got so far and I'm like wow, this story is kinda sad. Hope you aren't feeling too sad right now reading it...if you are, there's no shame in that.

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