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ThE MoNsTeR WiThIn It happened close to noon today. I don’t like me when I get that way. It’s usually triggered by something small, an object I dropped or a dent in the wall. The person I become looks a lot like me. Yet, I am so different when my anger gets free. I focus my mind on the cause of my ire and attempt to devise a punishment dire. I pick it up, if it is near, and attempt to throw it far from here. If the thing has the gall to bounce back from a wall, I act like a shrew not tamed at all. Then I render the unfortunate thing into pieces so small they cannot be seen. I shall not speak of the rest of this act, except to say in imagination it lacks. The Monster howls and storms around while it slowly, eventually, becomes unwound. Thus far neither people nor animals have I hurt, though a large number of rocks I have turned into durt. Marvin Giles