Vanity. Ares

just hope I won't be here any longer." "Well,
you're right, who isn't guilty of something?" "I
don't know, I am just sitting here," I said as we
then sat in a tentative silence. I did not feel to
break. This was a normal procedure and I did not
want to show enthusiasm I did not have.
"Let me tell you a story because I have
noticed you a few times before and the look on
your face is one that looks lost," he said standing
up to gesture his arms more clearly. I could not
say no, because it seemed a to-do, so I listened.
"Well, there was this castle, two men at the front
and a door, a big door. A man came up to the
door and asked the two men: "Can I come into
the castle?" Perhaps he had heard rumours that
the castle had treasures," the words hung in the
yard's cold air, "The two men said that the castle
was a place you couldn't come and go from and
that in order for the man to enter he would have
to enter forever. The man was troubled at first
but looked at the castle and remembered all the
rumours throughout the town. The two men also
said that to enter you would have to sign a legal
agreement that said: "I AM A THIEF," I
remember Roth repeating "I AM A THIEF",
before he animatedly carried on, "So the man
said to himself; "If it's nice what does this
matter?" He took a moment to think this and
eventually he signed and went to enter. One of
the door men walked him into the castle and then
hand cuffed the man and said: "We are taking
you to prison!" The man was led up a staircase
but was so shocked he ran from the grasp of the
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