And finally, her saint-like patience reached its limit: harassed beyond endurance by the paparazzi, led by the Chronicler, Dr Cleal grabs a stave to defend herself and sticks her tongue out. From the look on his face, it seems that Graham O'Hare had some inkling that this might be coming. I hope the bruises didn't hurt too much, Dr Phillpotts after she'd finished with you.
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