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The night was dark and stormy, rain pounding against the window like wet, dead fingers begging to be let inside, the blackness around him only disturbed by a flash of lightning. He buried his head in his hands, shivering and flinching when the thunder rolled.
“What have I done?” he murmured to himself, over and over again. “What the hell have I done.”
chuhk zatz up and leand bak so hiz doohbul zin appurrd hiz tungo ztikin uot uv hiz mooth
he ztard at di skurri wurdz on di scrun uv hiz looptup
hurrifeed eyez weed
thandur bummd uotseed
latnin flazin in chuhk'z oopen wundew
cazziel an dannie add pucked in hiz ztowi
he add mud dem puck laik weabbetz in hut
chuhk craiz ludly
"i zu zuawi mi zildren"
chuhk dai in hiz zeet