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With the banality of his life swarming his thoughts, he quite suddenly swerved at the mongrel, who had greeted him everyday for the past 5 years, en route to and from work. He momentarily thought of stopping to ensure the dog was dead, but there were people stopped on the walkway, and he didn't feel up to explaining his actions. White knuckled, he gripped the wheel of the van and disappeared around the city block.

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It was more in the vast openness of solitude that he had always been more comfortable anyway, beneath a January-violet sky, enjoying the shimmer and sparkle of the blue snow and distant stars alike. The pending change would have little affect on his life.

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When he had been told that as a punishment, he would view the world through only a crimson lens, the boy had been taken aback. Was this just? Did the punishment fit the crime? Oh, how his life would change!