He wouldn't stop. He kept wobbling on his heels, like a jelly in a suit, warbling away in his pompous, overripe voice. He was telling me how unemployment benefits must be cut entirely. Just find another job, he said. How else are we to incentivise, he said. You see my friend, he said.
Yes, I see. I see a card-carrying Tory like every other
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