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"Hey! Crazy! Would you take your filthy leg off me or are you some extensive allusion of mockery and stupidity?"

He was raving. That was all he could think of. That was more than crazy. Why would the psychopath had done that.

What was that supposed to do. That was more than annoying. He didn't want to keep nursing the thoughts.

He did know that there was no way he would be able to ignore. He didn't even know if he was trying to ignore or not.

He was only putting up with the feelings. That was all he could do. Everyone of course should be displeased if he or she discovered what he had.

If such was caught up in the same claws he had been caught up. He wasn't being so particular or odd about it.

He did know what he was supposed to do and how to do it. That was the best thought and actions and option of course.

He couldn't had had put up with anything better. He did hope that the person who was addressed would get the rage.