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"Huh?"

He did try to understand what had been supplanted. He couldn't arrive at a conclusion. He would had loved to arrive at one.

Whether sane or insane didn't matter. He didn't know why he would have to leap from one odd to the other. He couldn't make a meaning of it.

He was really to but he couldn't. He did hope that he would be able to register the odd. He did want his mental ken to swell and toss at him what he was supposed to know.

He did want to knuckle under an idea. He didn't know what to do. He would find his rage of course and make meaning of it.

That was the only thing he would do. If he wouldn't do that, then he would sort himself out. He hadn't thought of what was best for him.

He would figure out sooner or later. He was only trying to understand. He didn't know aught about the recent feeling which was ripping off his thoughts.

He did hope that he would be able to register it and have a sane snappy comeback.

That did really matter. He would make it known. That did make sense to him. He could use that stance.

He moved from where he was. He wanted to be sure that another spell hadn't been cast on him.

He was hoping that he would be able to find what he was supposed to know. He didn't know if that was the next phase he was supposed to crack.

Of course that should be. He should be acquainted with the orders of the things which had been made to swell in the world do fantasy.

He would do all he could and feel the rage. That was super important of course. He needed what was making sense.

He didn't know if he would keep to that forever. He had no idea if he would keep standing forever. He hadn't arrived at a conclusion yet.

He was yet trying to figure out what he was supposed to do and what not. He would have his way with the whole thing but time would be demanding too.

He did know that fact and would keep sticking to it. That did really matter to it.

That did make sense to him and he would be able to rip the scale off the odds which had him cowering. He didn't know if he was really cowering.

He was skeptical. One thing he was more than sure of was the fact that he wouldn't keep standing there for life.

He knew that he had been brought there for some next level deal. He didn't know if he was to call it a deal or shit. It really didn't matter to him what he did call it.

All that did matter to him was having his way. He was bent on doing that. He could really use that feeling.

There was nothing which did feel best than that feeling. He would only have to tarry. He didn't know how long that would take.

He should be able to persevere of course. He had been doing that. He should be acquainted with it already.

The fact was just that he didn't know what that would be. He didn't know what phase would hold. He was hoping that he would be able to know what would happen in the next phase before he would be made to feature in it.

He was more than bent on figuring out what would be supplanted. All he did get was the odd of it. He didn't know what to do about.

He would of course wait. That obviously was the best thing to do.

A thought flickered across the boulevard of his consciousness. He did want to snap at it. The thought did well to escape.

He was more than sure that the thought would have its way again and then he would be prepared for it. He would gird his heart and make his pain known.

He would unleash his rage and strap the thought to the pain which had been ripping off his sanity. That was all that he would do.

He was bent on it. He was more than eager. He waited a while. He didn't know why he would have to wait for it. He could had used another thought of course.

That could had been helpful. He wasn't so sure. As he was going to leap outta that thought, he felt the ray again and caught in with the sickle of the thunder.

He could had used that of the moon. He didn't know why he didn't. He didn't know why he couldn't do that.

But he was glad that he would be able to do whatever he would do. He did release the thought gradually.

He didn't want it to skip away like a gullible gazelle. He was more than over protective of it. That did really matter.

The thought popped up and he was able to savor the taunting aroma twould lend. He was trying to get acquainted with it.

He didn't think that was the best thing to do. He would only figure the whole deal out and get on whatever he as supposed to do.

He wouldn't waste his time on making the best off what did seem less good to himself. He didn't want to be odd of course.

The thought took a new form. Twas actually a memory come back to life. That should obviously help him indeed.He did know what that was and was waiting for it. He remembered.

He could decode the thought at that moment. He remembered that he had been promised that sooner or later that he would have his way and of course he would return to earth.

He was really hoping that twould be after this that that would be attained. He would hope that whatever he wanted to do in that room would be the last thing. He couldn't had thought better of course.

He took his time to access the room again. He didn't want to rip it off its beauty. He didn't want the room to blush under his own taunting rubberneck.

He only wanted to ascertain what the room was made of and try to link it to what would happen there. He just wanted to have a generalization.

He had been in the world for quite some whiles and should be able to know what would prompt what. He wasn't so sure if he did know that.

He didn't know if he could figure that out yet. But he knew that he would he able soon. He was more than sure about that.

He concentrated on what were in the room. That was all that did matter to him. He was more than sure about that.

Aside the berth which was at the middle of the room, there were of course several things he was looking forward to naming.

He wasn't so sure how go about the naming but of course he would figure out. That was the best art that he could be really seasoned at.

He did know that. His heart had registered with that fact. He was more than glad about it. There were four drawers at the four corners of the room.

He didn't know what was inside each. He couldn't really be sure. He wanted to be but his Instinct was sweating, swelling and swearing.

He didn't know which to attend to firstly. He did hope that he would be able to make mean of the remaining thing. He really did hope.

The room was painted in red and blue. He didn't know if that was some colour sway. He didn't want to attach his personal stance of course.

He looked and looked till he was tried. He was done making his eyes feed the rage. Twas more than obvious that there was nothing interesting in that room.

He was hoping dearly that he wouldn't have to when he would doing whatever he would be doing at that place.

He wanted to be through already. He did wish that twere that simple. If that was how it had been, he should had forgotten that he was even held in a fantasy.

He didn't know if he could forget anything of such stance.He could never forget it.

That did really work him. He made his have the best part of him. He would be too dismissive of course.

He let every thought pass by while he did await what would happen. He didn't even know what to expect.

He only did know that he was awaiting. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to wait in vain. He was really hoping.

He was trying to put up with the odds. He was trying to identify with his rage. That was all that he could do. He would try to do his best.

He would try to be patient enough. Of course he had been. Then at the twinkling of a betwiched eyelid,the walls of the room quaked and he saw an opening in one of the corners of the wall of the room.

It did look like a door. He was more than sure that there hadn't been door there when he had looked. But at that moment, there was a door.

Hell! An opening in the wall? He didn't know what to believe. He was girding his heart. He hoped that he would be able to process it.