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He found the key to the study door and marched back to it, jamming the key in impatiently and then flung the door open.
Billy sat in Baden’s chair behind his desk, his dirty, smelly (Baden could smell them) boots up upon the desk-top, smearing whatever encrusted filth it was that covered them all over neat piles of HM Government paperwork.
‘You!’ he cried, ‘that’s it, out now, I’m calling the police.’ Billy leapt up and dived towards Baden as he rushed to grab the telephone. Neither were built or used to the physical altercation which followed. For all of their meanness they were men who simply thought evil thoughts and exercised them by spiteful little acts - certainly, they wished others h
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