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I crawled across the floor in darkness
which resulted in a nasty bump on the head, as things like that are best left to the professionals, like trained killers and
piano movers. The skills were identical and their careers switched frequently. I once worked as a
taster for Whiskers cat food, it wasn't quite what I thought, in fact it tasted like
roast beef and onions, with a pitch of coriander and a dash of red wine. It was so delectably tasty that I
devoured it at once, licking my fingers and not caring that I was getting it all over myself. When I was done I sat back, satisfied, and undid my pants button, as one does.
