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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;-To you,&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Eryk Jones was just your average 22 year old&lt;br /&gt;
guy.  And when I say average, I mean average.  Well, except for his hair.  He&lt;br /&gt;
had an average life, lived alone in his own apartment.  He worked full time at&lt;br /&gt;
the convenience store down the street, trying to save up enough money to go to&lt;br /&gt;
college.  His parents?  Dead, when he was only 17.  He never had any siblings. &lt;br /&gt;
So he was alone in the world.  Yeah, he had a few relationships with some&lt;br /&gt;
girls, but they all ended terribly.  He didn’t know what he was doing with his&lt;br /&gt;
life.  He had no agenda, nothing to do, no one to talk to.  No one cared about&lt;br /&gt;
him, until that one fateful day.  It was the night where he first entered the&lt;br /&gt;
lives of the people of the Ten’Aino household.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            He had been coming home from work, he had had a&lt;br /&gt;
morning shift, and he was, well, tired.  Alone and unloved, he saw what looked&lt;br /&gt;
like a party going on inside the house, and decided to join it.  &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            He watched as people constantly entered and left&lt;br /&gt;
the premise; it was as though the door was never shut.  Entering the house and&lt;br /&gt;
going into the living room, he wasn’t greeted with all that much hospitality. &lt;br /&gt;
People were hostile, but they hadn’t seemed too dangerous.  They let him stay,&lt;br /&gt;
and so he had tried to start up conversations with various other people in the&lt;br /&gt;
room.  Mainly women.  Because, honestly, you’d be hard pressed to find guys&lt;br /&gt;
that don’t like women.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            I’m sad to say it, but I barely knew the guy.  I&lt;br /&gt;
mean, I did try giving him the respect and kindness I gave everyone else, but I&lt;br /&gt;
guess that wasn’t enough….&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Eventually, Eryk had gone back to the house, and&lt;br /&gt;
met some new people.  Unfortunately, it was here where he nearly got killed by&lt;br /&gt;
an old villain.  Apparently, she was a very old villain, and also quite vain&lt;br /&gt;
about her looks.  Eryk, as was his nature, tried to joke around with the old&lt;br /&gt;
woman.  Unfortunately, the villainess had some magic up her sleeve, and she&lt;br /&gt;
attacked Eryk.  He tried his best to dodge, which was admirable since he’d&lt;br /&gt;
never even SEEN such a display of magic, yet he succumbed to the evil power&lt;br /&gt;
that was afflicted onto him.  &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Through the kindness of a man he barely knew, he&lt;br /&gt;
was saved.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Yet, his ribs never healed the right way. &lt;br /&gt;
Neither did his broken spirit.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Eryk had decided to stay away from the Ten’Aino&lt;br /&gt;
household for a bit.  He took this time to try and focus more on work and&lt;br /&gt;
picking out which colleges he wanted to go to.  Which career he wanted to have. &lt;br /&gt;
However, possibly because of some unseen force, he was inexplicably drawn back&lt;br /&gt;
to the Ten’Aino house.  It was this time when he finally realized that who he&lt;br /&gt;
thought were good, kind, people, were actually cruel to new, innocent people.  &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            He discovered that he was hated.  All those&lt;br /&gt;
years of being bullied in grade school, all those memories.  They all came&lt;br /&gt;
rushing back to him, and so he left.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            He had figured that, well, they were probably in&lt;br /&gt;
a bad mood and didn’t really mean what they said.  But he was wrong.  He just&lt;br /&gt;
couldn’t take the…tormenting any longer.  What’s saddening is the fact that if&lt;br /&gt;
he tried to stick up for himself, he’d just get shot down almost instantly.  And&lt;br /&gt;
probably literally, too.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Well, the woman with the long blonde hair and&lt;br /&gt;
the orange bow….  You know her, I’m sure.  To her, he seemed to be a “pet”,&lt;br /&gt;
nothing more than an insignificant plaything.  She just assumed he was a&lt;br /&gt;
bumbling oaf, a dunce, a ditz, a person of low IQ.  The names were endless, and&lt;br /&gt;
yet she, nay, everyone, made the mistake of not getting to know him.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;Of not trying to learn more about them and ask him questions&lt;br /&gt;
to fulfill what little amount of curiosity they had.  To try and leave their&lt;br /&gt;
shell of close-minded, jadedness which caused them to discriminate those that&lt;br /&gt;
were new.  &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            Poor Eryk finally broke from all of that.  She,&lt;br /&gt;
all of them in that very room, was his breaking point.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            He did the only thing he could do….&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            I’m sure you read it in the papers.  Well, you&lt;br /&gt;
might’ve missed it since it wasn’t on the front page.  Hell, his article was on&lt;br /&gt;
page 19, which isn’t saying much.  To everyone that read it, he was just&lt;br /&gt;
another statistic.  Death by suicide via hanging.  What’s even sadder is that&lt;br /&gt;
no one found him for quite a long time.  Know one cared enough to have wondered&lt;br /&gt;
where he’d gone or what he was up to.  Only the landlord, at the end of the&lt;br /&gt;
month, came by.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            It was a nauseating sight.  The poor dear.  No&lt;br /&gt;
one came to the funeral.  Well, I did.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;            But I don’t matter to you now do I.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal align=right style='text-align:right'&amp;gt;-A friend&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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