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Harold winces as he struggles to lock the door of the Arts and Crafts room, located in a secluded spot within the grounds of the Sunny Glen Nursing Home.

He massages a bruise below his eye as he turns to face a packed room of wizened old men.

“I’m looking around, I see a lot of new faces.”

The group stirs. People mutter.

“That means a lot of you are breaking the first two rules of Fight Club.”

Silence. Awkward glances.

Harold swaps out his false teeth for a mouth guard. “Walter, Donny, you’re up first. Lose the carpet slippers.”

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    Neville Hunt over 6 years ago

    love it...if a little sad :-(

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    shaun about 4 years ago

    Brilliant. Keep them coming, please.

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