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Working at a mall you see all sorts of people. Tonight, I had an unpleasant experience to meet a blackguard. A fair bit disconcerting to feel unclean in the traditional sense. Definitely, not used to people able to poison the atmosphere where they dwell and defile the vibe of a place long after they leave. With a lingering wrongness that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. Co-workers called them demon people and I’m inclined to agree. I steadfastly refused to look at these people in the eye because there was something inhumane in the way they looked at others. I don’t think the extra strength cleaning solution covers spiritual filth.

It was 27 years ago today that the daft bugger and I decided to do that marriage thing. I have a sneaky feeling it’s working out.