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He
shaved
them
off
,
washed
,
dried
,
and
stomped
off
to
the
kitchen
to
find
something
pleasant
to
put
in
his
mouth
.
Kettle
,
plug
,
fridge
,
milk
,
coffee
.
Yawn
.
The
word
bulldozer
wandered
through
his
mind
for
a
moment
in
search
of
something
to
connect
with
.
The
bulldozer
outside
the
kitchen
window
was
quite
a
big
one
.
He
stared
at
it
.
"
Yellow
,
"
he
thought
and
stomped
off
back
to
his
bedroom
to
get
dressed
.
Passing
the
bathroom
he
stopped
to
drink
a
large
glass
of
water
,
and
another
.
He
began
to
suspect
that
he
was
hung
over
.
Why
was
he
hung
over
?
Had
he
been
drinking
the
night
before
?
He
supposed
that
he
must
have
been
.
He
caught
a
glint
in
the
shaving
mirror
.
"
Yellow
,
"
he
thought
and
stomped
on
to
the
bedroom
.
He
stood
and
thought
.
The
pub
,
he
thought
.
Oh
dear
,
the
pub
.
He
vaguely
remembered
being
angry
,
angry
about
something
that
seemed
important
.
He
'd
been
telling
people
about
it
,
telling
people
about
it
at
great
length
,
he
rather
suspected
:
his
clearest
visual
recollection
was
of
glazed
looks
on
other
people
's
faces
.
Something
about
a
new
bypass
he
had
just
found
out
about
.
It
had
been
in
the
pipeline
for
months
only
no
one
seemed
to
have
known
about
it
.
Ridiculous
.
He
took
a
swig
of
water
.
It
would
sort
itself
out
,
he
'd
decided
,
no
one
wanted
a
bypass
,
the
council
did
n't
have
a
leg
to
stand
on
.
It
would
sort
itself
out
.
God
what
a
terrible
hangover
it
had
earned
him
though
.
He
looked
at
himself
in
the
wardrobe
mirror
.
He
stuck
out
his
tongue
.
"
Yellow
,
"
he
thought
.
The
word
yellow
wandered
through
his
mind
in
search
of
something
to
connect
with
.
Fifteen
seconds
later
he
was
out
of
the
house
and
lying
in
front
of
a
big
yellow
bulldozer
that
was
advancing
up
his
garden
path
.
