The deaf one was irritating. He shouted a lot. That’s understandable, but he was also a braggart, so his shoutings were especially annoying. I’ve got a new phone, you know. Takes pictures. Brilliant quality. I got this case for it off the internet. The clasp is magnetic.
At the exhibition, Shouty was so shouty that we all moved away as if he was a rogue stranger. He kept asking the quietly studious curator to speak up. He knew everything already anyway.
It came as such a relief when he said he needed to catch the 2.42 train from King’s Cross.
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