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staring at the telly at eight in the morning

Now he felt at the content end of things. He could not feel guilty, for sitting arbitrarily on the sofa.

he�d been told to freeze when a wild animal confronted you

the most mismatched people

Gregory buttoned his coat with the ferocity of a straight jacket

he numbly watched the steam rise from the chromed spout

cables also made him remember the good times

humans were fundamentally stupid and unpredictable

I was infected with postechnophobia