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He has been losing it quite often nowadays. He lost it twice in the
train. Once when the Blackberry man stepped on his sore toe and then
when the coffee boy didn't replace his leaking cup. Everyone around
him was aware of this. They even have a joke about that. He loses it
when he hears that as well. He was aware of it as well. He didn't want
to lose it quite often. There are times he had felt that he is just a
bundle of nerves walking around. A ticking time-bomb. A rabid dog. A
psycho. A F1 car without break. A tsunami. Damn I am losing it too.
Why can't the ceiling fan stop rattling? Why is that dog barking its
head off? Why is that window creaking? What's wrong with the kid next
door? Why do people have to honk? What's that beggar laughing about?
Why are you reading this?

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