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  • Dirty Laundry.

        Dirty Laundry. The bell on the launderette door chinked as the man in the suit slinked inside. He was smartly dressed to the most meticulous detail; his cufflinks polished, the pleats of his trousers crisp, his finely crafted Saville Row suit not the kind one might usually see in a place such as […]

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  • Day 43.

    Nothing inspires a mind of more merrymaking on a Friday than the mere fact it is a Friday, the furthest point one can be from having to deal with the perils of the working week once again (mine has proved particularly perilous). This rubber duck also makes me merry. Along with the bubble bath he […]