[His memories of that night are too vivid for his liking, disjointed now, fragmented after all the time that has passed. Still, it is hard to forget what being unable to breathe felt like, with gnarled hands around his throat and dirty nails digging into his skin. The worst of all of it was knowing that he would potentially have died there, an unlovable, pathetic loser, with nothing to show for himself save for a string of criminal sins and unenviable embarrassments.]
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Yeah.
[Has anything really changed?]
Probably.