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  It was three a.m. on a Saturday morning and a shroud of supernaturally thick fog, following close on the heels of the recently receded storm, had crept through the streets and alley ways transporting the normally run of the mill, “typical American city” into a mysterious, labyrinthine place. The man was unusually conscious of the rise and fall of his own narrow chest as he cautiously plucked his way through the now unfamiliar streets; each building a towering giant, each car a sleek and slow-prowling metallic beast. Sighing he cautiously checked both this way and that before swiftly making his way to the welcome haven of the bus s

 The therapists, though all seasoned professionals and familiar with his case, tend to fidget in his presence. Even when his posture is relaxed his body seems primed, wound tight as though rest contradicts what nature had intended. During his sesions he sits, always, with his hands on the table in front of him, finger tips touching to form a pyramid; as though in constant contemplation.  Already a small man at five foot five he seems to further diminish as his form shrivels from lack of sustenance, but still he persists in his insistance that he will eat only almonds and drink only orange juice, a recent dietetic development that his physic