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Boris Gloop looked at the peculiar blade in his hands and felt delighted.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. He had always loved quiet Manchester with its loose, loud lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tom Grey. Tom was a noble ogre with wide moles…
