Throw Him Away and Get a New One

Jeremy noted a place setting at the top of the table where he usually sat. The plate there was filled with sausages, baked beans and a fried egg.

He was about to ask who the third breakfast was for when a stranger in a business suit walked in.

“Hello,” said the stranger, sitting at the head of the table and picking up a knife and fork. “You must be Jeremy. My name’s Angus. I’ll be staying a while.”


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