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A familiar knock at the door; it reminded me of a cat scratching at carpet, all nails and fury. All four of us knew who that was. One person sighed audibly, one pretended not to hear, another got up to open the drawer of the printer as though something urgent had occurred to the paper
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“They call me The Doctor!”, though patently he was not, “cause I never miss.” He grinned, both toothy and toothless, his hair a closely shaven moss. I stared at him quietly from a corner of the room, calmly listening to a throng of abuse emanating from my stomach – most I was notably a tosser,
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There was a man standing in the corner of the dayroom shouting, declaring to a young frightened girl she was a complete, not partial, pair of buttocks. The distinction of partial and complete were equally nonsensical. “You’re an asshole…a total, complete and utter asshole” he said. Not ‘you have an asshole’, or ‘you are sitting
Far From The Madding Crowd 