Imran Ayaz al Shouli should sort her since the bishop
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Trimming off the rest of this post is unnecessary.
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I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
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(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
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I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
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I will post results Saturday.
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your sentence, and the Authorities would gladly
confiscate that money which you have. Our suggestion will
enable you to keep it."
The Bright Young Man stood up and brushed imaginary
specks of dust from his immaculate jacket. "Think it over
Old Boy, think it over, we offer you a perfectly wizard way
out!" With that he turned and left me alone in the cell.
Stodgy English food was brought in and I attempted to
cut it up with the bluntest knife I have ever used. They
might have thought that in my extremity I contemplated
suicide. Well, no one would commit suicide with that knife.
The day wore on. A friendly Guard tossed in some
English newspapers. After a glance I put them asside, so far
as I could see they dealt only in sex and scandal. With the
coming of darkness I was brought a thick mug of cocoa and
a slice of bread and margarine. The night was chilly, with
a dankness that reminded me of tombs and moldering
bodies.
The morning Guard greeted me with a smile which
threatened to crack his stony face. "You leave tomorrow"
he said. "A ship's Captain has agreed to take you if you
work your passage. You will be turned over to the New
York Police when you arrive."
Later in the morning an official arrived to tell me offici-
ally, and to tell me that I would be doing the hardest work
aboard ship, trimming coal in the bunkers of an ancient
freighter with no labor saving devices at all. There would
be no pay and I would have to sign the Articles to say that
I agreed to those terms. In the afternoon I was taken down
to the Shipping Agent, under guard, where-in the pre-
sence of the Captain, I signed the Articles.
Twenty-four hours later, still under guard, I was taken
to the ship and locked in a small cabin, being told that I
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would have to remain