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Jane found that anyone can learn to avoid all the social climbing around them. Some people find ordinary everyday reaching out and falling over all together repulsive and frightening. All that organised noise and haphazardly swarming human traffic. The same shifting stumbling blocks of segmented time. The same old work routines crying out in their death throes for the fast death of irrelevance. The same families of pirate economists seeding disasters to reinvigorate psychodrama induced starvation shock tactics. Poverty is not your friend nor is it a set of circumstances. Poverty is a ravenous weapon of mass destruction.  Desire is a biofuel, not a virus born of lust for distraction.  Fear is not an excuse and boredom makes a lousy noose.. 


Jania found herself in a god-damn job as a political assassin and went hunting for a mark. 
Six months later, after she bagged her first Nazi pope, 
Jania rewarded herself with a holiday on Mars. 


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