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As he moans, What have I done wrong?
That would be terrible!
Whats there to believe in instead?
the man asks, distraught.
Damned if I know.
Maybe be content to be alive?
the doctor replies with equanimity, telling him to come back next week.
Into the space strides Adolf Hitler, too disheartened, in the moment, to summon any rage.
Why cant he be sad at home instead?
one mutters in disgust.
Heres hoping this one isnt his last.
