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“I knew it, I knew it, you wrinkly old bat,” screamed Bossman, “you and your goody-two shoes half-wit friends are against business. We are not supposed to make profit.”

“I beg to differ,” said Witch calmly. “If you’d listened carefully I said ‘I can’t understand that some put profit above’…”

“That is f@$&ing splitting hairs. Go back to your cauldron where you belong!”

Witch turned away and mumbled “this is another thing I don’t get my head around: why do some believe that by screaming personal insults they will be taken seriously. Can anybody enlighten me, please?”

 

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