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Or at least the 50,000 words. Mirek finally kicked some sort of sense into Johannes, and Schwartz got his day's therapy in yelling at him. Johannes is feeling very put upon (only going to get worse, dear) and rather as though he's on the edge of a cliff that's slooowly crumbling away beneath him, and if he so much as moves it'll fall all the faster. Poor Johannes, you should have thought about that before you got the blood-group tattoo, my dear...