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Seizing the file, Mr Ambrose flipped it open and placed a big, black-ink check mark at the very bottom. For a moment I thought I saw a gleam of triumph in his eyes, but surely I was mistaken. After all, what could be so satisfying about getting rid of garbage?
Problems were fun. Problems were adventure.
‘What do you want?’ I hissed back at him. ‘What do you dream about? Have I ever asked, or dared to criticize?’ The question seemed to catch him off guard. His mouth opened a little bit. ‘Well… no.’ ‘Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!’
‘Why? What are you going to do? Make me carry twice as many files as before?’ I could have been wrong, of course, about what I thought I saw next. Afterwards I thought I probably had to be wrong. Maybe he was having a muscle spasm around the mouth or something. But for a moment it looked like one of the corners of his mouth actually twitched up in the beginnings of a smile.
‘That’s what friends are for, you dolt! You have to burden them with all kinds of problems, so they can unload their misery on you in return.’