"Someone stop this madness!" I shouted on the steps of my front porch, well past the hours of dressing, in my old bathrobe and slippers while the autumn breeze turned to foul wind and set my skin on ice. No one stopped at me, no one looked, no trees bent, no one came to my aid in any way. It was cold and I, unclean, I walked back in disheveled, disappointed, that madness should continue to reign with nothing done by nobody to stop it.
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