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0xD416···293FThe monkey raised its head, pondering, "This must be hell." He recalled the day of the first question "Why?". Each day that followed, worse than the last. Leaving behind the dying fire, the stench of decay, crumbling walls, tiresome sounds, the absurdity called literature, the pitiful angry human, he walked emotionless, thoughtless, somewhere.