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Leave was cancelled
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Leave was cancelled. This made Colm fretful and anxious. He quietly huddled in a lonely corner away from the crowds of chattering would-be travellers, and had his own little personal crisis. It was quite clear to him that this was a catastrophe and the end of the world. He had no particular desire to go on leave, there was nobody for him back home- but he had been expecting to go, he had scheduled it in his diary in ink rather than his more usual tentative pencil, and the shock of having his calendar disrupted was driving him nuts. Gradually his quiet crisis became a little more flamboyant. He gibbered. He gesticulated. He ranted incomprehensibly. He pranced about like someone trying to hold on for just another few minutes. He hurled rotten cabbages at the populace. He established a reign of terror across seven major continents. He speculated on the share markets. He shaved carefully and wore a suit- and that, perhaps, was the most frightening of all.
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