meet the neighbors: the hunchbacks of nazareth

4:00 p.m.: there she goes again, slapping and spitting, a scene that seems to be on diurnal repeat. every day is like yesterday, but with a new name. only today he is 30 minutes late. she, and let's call her thanatos, is like death without a scythe, a sadist de sade would be proud of. and he, well he is just a poor man who sees only the ground which he walks on, acutely aware (or maybe just unconscious?) of the hopeless position he is in.

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