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Mme F. opens her door twice a day to let her fat, rank-smelling, hound out to crap in front of ours. Polite requests to clean up and my daily cheery “Bonjour Madam!”s are studiously ignored. Until today, when she screamed “La Merde!”, turned her back on me and slapped her ageing, sizeable arse.

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