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Blends into the background.
 
  
You know that guy, you might work with someone like him.
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"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."
  
He's a little creepy, a little strange.
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'''-Cormac McCarthy, The Road'''
  
His political opinions are bizarre and twisted. He seems angry, and he can't articulate why.
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He's always sick, does he have medical insurance?
 
 
 
His apartment is full of junk, and it smells like something's rotting in there.
 
 
 
Sometimes, he just appears out of nowhere. Where did he come from?
 
 
 
The guy is crazy. Don't talk to him for too long or the FBI will put you on a watch list.
 
 
 
Why do they let him anywhere NEAR a hospital?
 

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Wormwood

"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it."

-Cormac McCarthy, The Road