There was no disguise to Aloysius. Even to throw away the extraneous was out of his realm. Some minimalist and machined reinvention would not fit. He was himself for ill or not. Dull eyed at times be-gazing an inner land, as all else missed his eye. Here he was the hero or at least didn't feel villain through his bones. What was broken he broke in intention; he acted not reacted. He was principal and some of the story his own.
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