Vanity. Ares

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way, I think Carly may have accosted me. The
police arrived quite soon after and I remember
being hand cuffed and about ten police cars and
maybe four vans. An officer said emphatically and
with a little spit flicking out of his mouth, due to
his enthusiasm for the words: “You’re nicked!” I
sat in the back of the van, because I was
provoked; total provocation in this incident that
would come to define much about me. I guess
within the van the feelings within me failed to
form, hand cuffed and walking away from the
scene the look on Carly's face was one in which
would have not been unfamiliar at a Zoo; the
spectacle of my existence had come into being,
and what was just a gloomy Sunday had become
something completely different — something
rather abnormal. The roses on which Myra had
laid thorned would lead to a demise of some sort,
on my way to Hackney Police Station, the
disguises the Devil had taken played on my mind
— at the mercy of fate.
Part II
Chapter 1 — Allegory of a Portrait Unknow
As soon as I was arrested I was examined;
the first was formal, requiring me to tell them my
name, address and then also included a few
informal words from one officer: “You’ve been a
very naughty lad aint ya?” said the Hackney police
officer; a short one with black hair and a young
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