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<p class=MsoNormal>-To you,</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            Eryk Jones was just your average 22 year old
guy.  And when I say average, I mean average.  Well, except for his hair.  He
had an average life, lived alone in his own apartment.  He worked full time at
the convenience store down the street, trying to save up enough money to go to
college.  His parents?  Dead, when he was only 17.  He never had any siblings. 
So he was alone in the world.  Yeah, he had a few relationships with some
girls, but they all ended terribly.  He didn’t know what he was doing with his
life.  He had no agenda, nothing to do, no one to talk to.  No one cared about
him, until that one fateful day.  It was the night where he first entered the
lives of the people of the Ten’Aino household.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            He had been coming home from work, he had had a
morning shift, and he was, well, tired.  Alone and unloved, he saw what looked
like a party going on inside the house, and decided to join it.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            He watched as people constantly entered and left
the premise; it was as though the door was never shut.  Entering the house and
going into the living room, he wasn’t greeted with all that much hospitality. 
People were hostile, but they hadn’t seemed too dangerous.  They let him stay,
and so he had tried to start up conversations with various other people in the
room.  Mainly women.  Because, honestly, you’d be hard pressed to find guys
that don’t like women.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            I’m sad to say it, but I barely knew the guy.  I
mean, I did try giving him the respect and kindness I gave everyone else, but I
guess that wasn’t enough….</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            Eventually, Eryk had gone back to the house, and
met some new people.  Unfortunately, it was here where he nearly got killed by
an old villain.  Apparently, she was a very old villain, and also quite vain
about her looks.  Eryk, as was his nature, tried to joke around with the old
woman.  Unfortunately, the villainess had some magic up her sleeve, and she
attacked Eryk.  He tried his best to dodge, which was admirable since he’d
never even SEEN such a display of magic, yet he succumbed to the evil power
that was afflicted onto him.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            Through the kindness of a man he barely knew, he
was saved.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            Yet, his ribs never healed the right way. 
Neither did his broken spirit.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            Eryk had decided to stay away from the Ten’Aino
household for a bit.  He took this time to try and focus more on work and
picking out which colleges he wanted to go to.  Which career he wanted to have. 
However, possibly because of some unseen force, he was inexplicably drawn back
to the Ten’Aino house.  It was this time when he finally realized that who he
thought were good, kind, people, were actually cruel to new, innocent people.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            He discovered that he was hated.  All those
years of being bullied in grade school, all those memories.  They all came
rushing back to him, and so he left.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            He had figured that, well, they were probably in
a bad mood and didn’t really mean what they said.  But he was wrong.  He just
couldn’t take the…tormenting any longer.  What’s saddening is the fact that if
he tried to stick up for himself, he’d just get shot down almost instantly.  And
probably literally, too.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            Well, the woman with the long blonde hair and
the orange bow….  You know her, I’m sure.  To her, he seemed to be a “pet”,
nothing more than an insignificant plaything.  She just assumed he was a
bumbling oaf, a dunce, a ditz, a person of low IQ.  The names were endless, and
yet she, nay, everyone, made the mistake of not getting to know him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Of not trying to learn more about them and ask him questions
to fulfill what little amount of curiosity they had.  To try and leave their
shell of close-minded, jadedness which caused them to discriminate those that
were new.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            Poor Eryk finally broke from all of that.  She,
all of them in that very room, was his breaking point.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            He did the only thing he could do….</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            I’m sure you read it in the papers.  Well, you
might’ve missed it since it wasn’t on the front page.  Hell, his article was on
page 19, which isn’t saying much.  To everyone that read it, he was just
another statistic.  Death by suicide via hanging.  What’s even sadder is that
no one found him for quite a long time.  Know one cared enough to have wondered
where he’d gone or what he was up to.  Only the landlord, at the end of the
month, came by.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>            It was a nauseating sight.  The poor dear.  No
one came to the funeral.  Well, I did.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal>            But I don’t matter to you now do I.</p>

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<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='text-align:right'>-A friend</p>

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