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Nip/puck
Yeah I can kind of imagine what your brother went through.
Once, and I have to stress this was a looong time ago, I fell down the stairs during a Sunday night party, broke my glasses and so on, gave myself a black eye. Not in the mood for the office next day, I figured I'd call in and say I'd been mugged, assuming no one at work would be all that bothered.
This, as it turned out, was an incorrect assumption, and I had to spend the rest of the week going round the building pretending I was suffering from a mild form of post-traumatic stress, saying I *didn't want to talk about it*, and if pressed, and I still cringe to think about this now, mumbling something about *a couple of skinheads on the way out the tube...*
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