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behaviour is an affront. Surely no one would behave like that unless they deserved to be what they were? Everyone has a choice, so what’s your problem? Do you like wallowing in your own shit? Fine, but don’t expect other people to care.
    Not to care, maybe, but if you’re good you might get a cut from the taxes we pay, beggar’s alms so that you don’t actually starve to death. We’re not monsters, you know. Month after month, we keep shelling out to help types like you. But don’t imagine it means that you can hang around our underground stations and shove your filthy hands under our noses to demand still more cash handouts. It’s a fucking awkward imposition, you know.

    We mind our own business – how about you minding yours? If you’ve got any complaints about what’s done for you, we suggest you sod off and get a job. No place to stay? Get real – do you think a good fairy brought us our homes? Besides, if it’s such a problem, how about us building an institution to house people like you? No drifting about any more.
    Not near my place of course. No way. Got the children to think of, you know. The last thing we need are a lot of useless junkies hanging out in our neighbourhoods, stealing and shooting up and losing syringes all over the place. Somewhere else, by all means.
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    She rubbed herself all over with white skin lotion and looked longingly at the bed. Still, it was wonderful just sitting here, warm and clean, knowing a soft, inviting bed was waiting for her. She would be able to sleep undisturbed the whole night through.
    She decided to stay up to enjoy the anticipation of it for a little longer.

M y mother knew that I was different from the others. She always feared the times when I might be disappointed. If I wanted something very much, she would try to prepare me for what failure could do to me. She tried to make me lower my expectations in order to save me from pain .
    But if all ventures include preparing for failure, then not succeeding will finally become a goal. I cannot live like that any more .
    Not now .
    Rune was all I ever wanted. I had always been hoping to meet someone like him and then, suddenly, there he was. He came to mean more to me than life itself .
    How many times have I asked You to let me know if that was why I had to be punished?
    Lord, did our carnal lust cause us to sin so gravely that You could not overlook it and instead take pleasure in our love for each other? You took him away from me, but You never welcomed him into Your realm .

    I have asked You, God: what must be done that he should be forgiven?
    For when a Will exists, it is first necessary to show that the testator has died. Death alone can validate the Will. And the contrary is true, for as long as the testator lives, his Will is invalid. Hence the previous relationship must be celebrated in blood, for according to the Law, all can be purified by blood and also, until blood has been shed, there can be no forgiveness .
    Lord, I give thanks to You for making me understand what I must do .

S he woke when someone knocked hard on the door. Instantly awake, she got up and started to look for her clothes.
    Shit, how could she have slept in? The clock radio showed quarter to nine. The burning question was: had Grundberg figured out by now that he had been tricked or had he just woken up with a particularly urgent hard-on?
    â€˜One moment!’
    She hurried into the toilet and grabbed her clothes.
    â€˜Hallo there. Open the door, please. We’ve got some questions to ask you.’
    Damnation. It wasn’t Grundberg, but some woman. Had one of the hotel staff recognised her, in spite of the wig?
    Oh, fucking hell.
    â€˜I’m not dressed yet.’
    Silence in the corridor. She hurried over to the window and looked out. No get-away route there.
    â€˜This is the police. Please hurry up.’
    Police! Now what the fuck?
    â€˜Ready as soon as I can.