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He confused on a Tuesday.
Wish I could say it was raining or something, to enhance the story.
But it didn’t. It was another day at the job.
We shall start to build utopia now. Please bring your working gloves.
You can leave the glass jar by the door. We won't be needing that today. Now that the
building has begun we are all busy anyway. The others are downstairs,
Jan has a cold, but he came nevertheless. And when you are not looking he is sneezing.
Gemma and Louie are depositing, I’m sure that’ll take them all day. I can’t imagine how it can
drag out like that, or, actually, i can. It’s the whole see me thing all over again.
Did you see the picture? They took it down now. With that flower in her hair she looked
just like Billie Holiday in Cambodia, don’t you think?
Course they had to take her down. The wall was all hollow. Not much to carry out. I saw
it through to the end. Some tears fell, i don’t know if it
was the dust setting, or sadness. I don’t know if it was me, or her. She got a proper
sendoff, i tell you.
Perhaps i went to see her, back when. Perhaps i didn’t. Did i ever tell you the story?
Oh, i did, did i?
What, you want something to drink? Here, have some water.
I checked it personally.
It is ok.

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