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slowly, he carefully chose each key; a bead of sweat dripping from his metal brow.
"I must respond to this thread for whores", he thought, typing faster now with confidence.
squinting further, he realized with horror, this thread for whores was anything but. it was just a trick. without his glasses on, his fevered dreams leaked into reality.
"my glasses", he croaked, frowning.
his glasses were in the other room; a room that had long been boarded over to keep in the zombies.
"time to break out the chainsaw", he cackled, smiling for the first time all week.
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