It was rather difficult not to feel sorry for himself. He was utterly surrounded by the stench of humanity. He had asked for this very thing. He’d wanted to commune with them, be part of their world, but he’d soon discovered they repulsed him. He watched the human race and wondered how they managed to take their faultless existence, and make it
complete crap. So he passed his time on days off watching the horrid humans, and even he found it pathetic.
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Monique O’Connor James