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... the smell of cigarettes always clung to him. Especially on his scruffy beard.
He also had a habit of spitting a lot. He spat on the very bucket he used to mop the floors with, spat on a stain that won't come out, spat everywhere. Ptui! Ptui! Ptui!
"Ptui! Those stupid hooligans…. They made such a mess, do they have cow dung for brains? Ptui!" He spat.
As he swayed the mop and around, he suddenly heard a rapping on one of the glasses on the left.
"Mr. Janitor~ Yooh ...
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