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LONDON - THE RAIL SPIN

Ah, summer in the city and you go to the mall for a nice lunch with your workmates. Then Sarah-Jane from HR (who's always secretly hated you) does the rail spin and everybody laughs. But deep inside you're secretly wishing she falls and mangles her golden locks in the elevator steps, ripping her scalp to a bloody, shredded pulp. And while everyone is screaming, you quietly giggle to yourself, "Serves that cunt right for not signing my birthday card."

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