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His loudly buzzing Nokia phone startled him out of sleep. Most of his days were hectic, but Mondays were the worst.
Harry adjusted the sparkly badge that said " Janitor" in silvery letters.
Buckets-where are all the buckets ?
Harry rubbed the scar on his head. He pulled his bright yellow trolley closer and wrung his mop into the strange spinny-spinny device ( "Centrifugal force" his scar reminded him)
As Harry whizzed around the Hallway with his mop and bucket - Caspar the unfriendly ghost made a very rude gesture at him.
"Morning Caspar" - Harry chirped back happily
