

The Failure-Inadequate Part 1He oozed his perversion. On the ragged edge, people in the subway avoided him. Fair skinned but somehow sunken. Hands, jammed into pockets, sometimes emerged only to delve back into their depths. Fiddling with something. Not that regular kind of perversion, the kind you can be entertained by in a comedy club. The grotesque and horrifying kind that fills peoples nightmares. He exited the train looking for weakness, none. A bored security guard. A couple of raging drunks, pissed off that THEY got fired and not that OTHER guy. Just regular people. He needed somebody like he used to be, someone he could prove himself with. Too cowardlThe Failure-Inadequate Part 1
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