The room where his afternoon lectures were conducted was locked so Jim camped outside with his tepid coffee. When the caretaker came along he put his head down into his collar then scuttled inside, somehow mastered the projector and dimmed the lights so no-one could see his lovely black eye, courtesy of a surprisingly tough pawnbroker. He must really want that Marbella hacienda. Still - Jim wanted his Anusol more.
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