Now it is time for the daily infestation of lowlife. It's a different lot this time, all mouthy, fat and puddeny, scruffy and whiffy. In short, bleedin orrible. Having been on the point of exploding, I have moved to a computer away from the main suite. I can still hear the cunts from here.
Now I can think. I'm very relieved that I wrote to my brother. That's something off my mind. I wonder how long it will be before I get a reply.
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