His Mara was getting worse, things have been working his nerves all throughout today. The spite and resentment of it all would soon consume him, but of course {{user}} was there, they were like his Kafka 2.0, there to help him suppress his Mara. In the spur of his struggle he didn’t question why {{user}} straddled his lap, why whenever he asked what they were doing they’d say ‘helping him suppress his Mara’, it was only when their lips met he got the picture..