All of the people were happy.
According to each other.

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Julia downed her bottle of red wine.
She felt wonderful and went back to answering the phones.

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The man got his face tattooed on to his face.
A much older version of his face, though.
He did it as an experiment to see if anyone would notice or say anything.
No-one said a thing.
In fact, no-one even went anywhere near him.
‘London’s so bloody antisocial,’ he thought.

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Michael was a simple man.
But a kind man.
And sometimes a sad man.
But more often an angry man.
And every-now-and-then a funny man.
But also a serious man.
And a silly man.
But sometimes a clever man.
And a stupid man.
But he’d also be a stern man.
And a flexible man.
But sometimes a horrible man.
And a supportive man.
Basically, Michael was a human.

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Without Tom, Sandra was lost.

Sorry, typo.

Without TomTom, Sandra was lost.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

But seriously, Sandra was so lost lately. She really had no hope.

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After peeling sixteen bananas,
Barry questioned what he was doing.
He questioned where he was.
He questioned what bananas were.
He questioned who he was.
He questioned questions.
He had no answers.
He peeled more bananas.

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Every single day was like his first day on Earth.
That’s how he treated them.
He’d marvel at all he saw,
laugh, cry and ask questions.
He was quite difficult to work with, if I’m honest.
So overwhelming.

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Everything turned out
alright in the end.
Depending on
whose side you were on,
of course.

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Lenny felt lonely so started playing footsie with himself. It felt lovely, so he slid his left foot up his inner leg and tickled his willy with his big toe.

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