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at ten o'clock on a Sunday morning.

GoodNews has picked it all up already, of course. We sit down to a hastily assembled ploughman's lunch, and without invitation he wades into the stagnant, foul-smelling pond that is Mark's life.
'I'm sorry if you think I'm being a bit pink nike heels, you know,' he begins. 'But when we shook hands??? Man, you nearly took my arm off.'
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'In here you hurt me.' GoodNews taps his heart. 'Because it hurts when I know fellow human beings are in trouble. And if ever a hand was shouting for help it was yours.'
Mark cannot help it: he has a quick look, back and front, to see if there is any evidence of this manual distress.
'Nah, you won't see anything there. It's not a, like a visible thing. I mean, I feel it physically. Ow. You know?' And he winces and massages his hand, to demonstrate the pain that Mark so recently caused him. 'But sadness is a right sod for keeping itself hidden away. A right sod. Gotta come out sometime, though, and it's pouring out of you.'
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