Ben paced the floor, after a small tantrum he threw, mumbling. He seemed like he was having an argument with himself. Like he was insane. Maybe he was. But it helped him. He did this often. His way of pushing out the dark, or, the light.
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Ben paced the floor, after a small tantrum he threw, mumbling. He seemed like he was having an argument with himself. Like he was insane. Maybe he was. But it helped him. He did this often. His way of pushing out the dark, or, the light.