Pastiche
And John began to dream of Jealousy. Jealousy and its millions of tentacles reaching and grasping towards dominance in all places. Untouchable and invincible, roaming throughout the land, with no need for shelter of any sort. Never lying still, extremities forever grasping at all possible weaknesses. Existent since the beginning of time, and would be until the end of humanity. John would find his reach enclosing close relationships soon. He was worried about it's future effects. What would occur when tentacles gained hold of his already fatigued relationship with Jane? He tried and tried to fix it somehow, but his counter part refused.
Jane believed she was in the right about all matters pertaining to their relationship, but truth was, she didn't know much. It would soon be over, she had an idea of how and why. Jane was convinced of this. But it wouldn't, not if John could evade it. Emotions, previously unknown to John, began to pool in his mind. Sentiments and thoughts contrasting those previous of love and sorrow were gathering. Anger, that raging, sprawling feline, began to prowl amidst his otherwise calm mind.
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