January 25, 2011
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The artist looked up at the psychiatrist, and realised the importance of what she’d asked. All was silent in the room, other than the rumbling belly of the fatter cop. He thought about it for a little while, the seconds slowly ticking on the clock on the wall, and finally answered “Yes, I do have a commission.”

“Very well,” said the psychiatrist. “You may go.”

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- from Adrian Reynolds’ “Commissioning”