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Standing leaden faced arms down listening to a crackhead bleat and scream about how I was terrible at my job and everything wrong with them was my fault and about all the fantastical ways they had of getting me fired and ruining my life, I thought, not for the first time, that I am in the wrong line of work. As I was standing there today, studying the rotting molars of the man on the other side of…
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