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(Warning: angst.)

Radiating waves of self-hatred, insidious as hydrofluoric acid on skin, were slowly corroding his tattered skeleton of rationality. He slammed the porcelain onto the table and felt the shards digging into his hand, followed by an explosive sensation in maniacal glory. Possessed by a demonic impulse, he proceeded to hurl everything through the 7th-floor glass window, tearing apart the room and his every muscle fiber, all while roaring like the death of a magnificent beast.   

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She found the blueprints rolled up inside a thin fiberglass rod. It glinted iridescent against her flashlight of white LEDs. A rush of possibilities whirled through her head. She clenched her jaw and bit her tongue to squelch out the bubbling vortex, which turned out to be harder than expected. No time to think about that right now. Need to melt back into the liquid obsidian night so that this new information can emerge into the celestine light of day.

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"Alright, I'll see you around."

"Yeah, laters."

KT rotated his handlebars and pedaled off into the distance.

AV watched him. The bike turned a corner around the fountain and disappeared.

"Now, where was I?" AV shifted his field of view toward his next steps, a mesh of tuned and timed sequences of events about to cascade into explosive reactions.

His hands inched into his jacket pocket and stroked the hard smoothness inside. A creeping smile was all that's keeping him from bursting into maniacal laughter.