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"My God" he said. "I've just realised you are completely
covered in a delicious chocolate glaze and have almond bits inside. The apolitical doctor, your arch-nemesis, suddenly leaps from the shadows, throwing a type-writer directly into your
subconcious thought patterns on Thursday when the man had screwed another woman in the same hotelroom
where the \'incident\' took place. That\'s how people refer to it, with the qoutation marks. \'Incident.\'
I had little idea what was going on around me, having awoke in a pool of my own sick, the smell of dunlop trainers still fresh in my flattened nose. Who had done this to me? For what reason? And most importantly, had I deserved it?
The whole matter had raised deep philosophical issues so I consulted my trusted copy of ‘Bernard Mannings guide to zen Buddhism’. I think therefore I have a mother-in-law. Profound. Deeply profound.
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