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Garbage Collection, Little Humour

“Good grief Spectre, you stink,” exclaimed Peacock.

“I know,” said Spectre. “Just been sacked from another job.”

“Oh dear,” said Peacock. “What was it this time?”

“Garbage collector,” sighed Spectre. “I was a rubbish driver…”

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