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His face in the piece of broken mirror (he’d angrily smashed it yesterday for slipping down flat when he was squeezing a spot on his neck. He loved watching the white worm of pus emerge like new life from a cocoon, but just as it plipped free onto his skin the mirror slid and he’d been robbed of his pleasure) he shaved for the last time in this derelict farmhouse. Shaving done, he ate his last bar of chocolate, congratulated himself on his superb planning - best fuckin’ getaway ever- and stared into space. His lips moved in silent, staring, conversation.

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    What a disappointment for Crusher... how annoying it must've been to have missed the pus de resistance. But, Crusher, me old mucker, me old mate, you could've just sentenced yourself to 7 years of bad luck... but since Drew says this ain't gonna be a long story, part of me wonders if you're likely to last a full 7 years!

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    Drew Martyn 2 months ago

    Pus de resistance - brilliant, Neville :) I'm not sure rusher could be friends with anyone though :(

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    Thanks Drew, I couldn't resist! :-)

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