I have spent the morning hunting. My quarry is elusive and cunning, and a master of camouflage. Many times I think that I have finally stumbled across my prey only to find that I have been tricked by an errant speaker wire or a discarded bootlace.
There's a colony of the beasts somewhere in my office - I can feel it. Occasionally I have brought a
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