[Ouch. He can't even imagine what that must have felt like. A first draft is bad enough, but he imagines it might be even worse if you've managed to wiggle out of them for so long.]
I was on Terrace, too. Wasn't too bad, but this one was a real curve ball.
[He smacks his knee with the heel of his palm. He's not sure why he does it, except perhaps to try and work out some of his anger.]
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I was on Terrace, too. Wasn't too bad, but this one was a real curve ball.
[He smacks his knee with the heel of his palm. He's not sure why he does it, except perhaps to try and work out some of his anger.]
They're real bastards, aren't they?