The Disturbing Man

There is a disturbing man on my floor.
His face only has one expression, like he’s smelled something unpleasant, and cannot find the source.
He always sits far away, in the corner, with several empty tables separating him from the rest of us.
He was reading a book on the Third Reich.
Now he is there, and he is reading a Bible.

He will kill us all.

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