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and the alleged soup runs out the corners of his mouth, and he tries to guide it back again with fingers that never been washed since the war, to finish up he cleans his plate for the next course (nothing) by the simple expedient of licking it clean, straight up & down, then criss cross, when clean he puts it down with a sigh, wipes his hand across his mouth and blows his nose he hadnt a handkerchief, The orderly, who washes up, comes along sees

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