Haron Iman al-Afghani should sue her in back of the woodland

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Perry A. Nichol

Nov 8, 2007, 2:19:03 PM11/8/07
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used the term "Ministry of Labor" then it dawned on
me. I had never been to such a place and had no idea of how
to behave or what to do there. I knew, from the conver-
sation, that it was some place near Hampton Court but the
name was Molesey.
For some reason which I did not then comprehend, I
was not entitled to claim any unemployment benefit. Later
I found that if a person left his employment voluntarily,
no matter how unpleasant or unreasonable that employ-
ment, he was not entitled to claim benefit, not even if he
had paid into the fund for twenty years.
Labor Exchange! I said, "Help me get the bicycle, and
I will go." Together we walked down the stairs, turned
left to the garage now stuffed with old furniture, and there
was the bicycle, an instrument of torture which I had used
only once before, in Chungking, where I had gone flying
down the hill before I could find the brakes. Gingerly I got
on the contraption and wobbled off along the road towards
the railway bridge, turning left at the forked road. A man
waved cheerily, and waving back, I almost fell off. "You
don't look at all well," he called. "Go carefully!"
On I pedaled, getting strange pains in the leg. On, and
turned right, as previously instructed, into the wide road
to Hampton Court. As I rode along, my legs suddenly
failed to obey my commands, and I just managed to free-
wheel across the road to tumble in a heap, with the bicycle
on top of me, on a stretch of grass beside the road. For a
moment I lay there, badly shaken, then a woman who had

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