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Playboy Fiction: Monsters
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Playboy Fiction: Monsters

After the Super Bowl I shot my dog and was fired from the NFL. By the following winter I had lost all my money and friends and was roaming the earth homeless and hated. No longer a football star, I was seen as a hulking, dog-killing monster with a deformed and hideous face. I was beaten so badly by the people of a town in New Jersey that I nearly died. Cold, bruised and wretched, I came to rest in a hole. When I regained consciousness I found myself in total darkness. Feeling around, I discovered I was in a tiny room whose only egress was an air duct near the floor. I squeezed my bruised body into the duct and crawled until I reached a metal wall. A thin space between duct and wall allowed me to slide out. I stood in a small alley. What I had thought was the wall was an industrial-size Dumpster. I shoved it against the opening of the duct to seal off my hiding place. The sky was dark. I saw streetlights in the distance. I ventured out from the alley and found a sleeping…

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