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I stood close to him for a second, close enough to see the homely egg stain on his smudged waistcoat. But then he moved his plump repellent face and followed it with his body, opening the door wider, but cunningly leaving a space between his crooked arm and body for me to pass.
'Come with me!' he crooned. 'Come-come-come!' Hesitating, I eventually went through the tunnel like a lurching goldfish down the plug hole and without another word to anyone, he followed, closing the door behind him, but not before I heard the class gasp with relief at their own collective escape. Later, I was to feel that such a sacrifice now and again was worth anything to be rid of him. In war there had to be casualties. Be thankful it wasn't you!See the full content of this document
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Morning Serial
Outside the classroom, he was on the move at once in a flurry of feet, files, waistcoat and...
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