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Well I apologise, Martin, but I feel I have to ask why, since you clearly have strong feelings about this flannel, you would keep it right next to the sink?

^^ Yeah.

Well, they all seemed to have a chance at one point, so it was fun to watch in any case.

The flannel needs his own account

Everybody poops, even unicorns.

when the bartender says ive had enough to drink

It hardly matters now, does it Judith? I just had a dream, that's all. And now that dream lies sodden and crumpled behind the cold tap. You could have wrung it out, Judith. You could have hung it on the heated towel rail. But you didn't, did you? Because you didn't care.

Tartan looks really good on some people

Had to give up any fixed schedule routine because something as basic as sleep and meal times cannot stay itself still.
It just never works for me...

If I ever had a chance to have any routine and order, at all -- I had to figure how to adjust my schedule around the volatile sleep and meal times, and figure how to manipulate sleep and meal times whenever there's a change.

Instead of declaring "at (time) and (place), do (action)", I had to rely statements of "within (time range), if (condition), then (action)".

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All devices shall be fully charged forthwith

You're a strange man, Martin. A strange man with strange ideas. Everyone else is too polite to say it but we're all sick of walking on eggshells around you. You and your precious flannels that no-one's allowed to touch.

My last day of work for this weekend today. I am off tomorrow.

You're too cruel, Judith. I'm a good man. A good man with a lot to offer this world. And all I ask in return is that the world leaves my flannels alone. But time and time again i find them missing, never to be returned. I find them unfolded or dishevelled. I find them soaked and soiled, Judith. How much is a man supposed to take?

People have to put up with a lot in life, but they shouldn’t have to deal with individuals taking and harming their flannels.

Portland has beautiful and sunny weather now.

Do you remember when we first met, Martin? You were so different then. Your flannel was always ready, it never even had a chance to dry before you were back at the tap, holding it under the flowing water. There was nothing you wouldn't wash with it. I'd never seen anyone so free and easy with their flannel. It was what made me first think that I could love you. What became of that man, Martin?

Hey you! Get out of my salmon bushes!