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Pinnochio came into my office and sat down, his arms and legs akimbo, the strings drooping with loose abandonment around his body, but I just kept quiet, knowing how these events are and waiting only for him to speak, but he just sat there silent and unmoving and uncaring, so I looked up at the top of the box we both sat in and read the hastily scrawled words above my head, “To the bathroom – back as fast as you can shake a finger.”
Don
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