Our office coordinator smelled of witch hazel and carpet fiber, had a considerable mole on her left cheek, and never said hello to anyone.

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The banter is perhaps not up to think tank standards, but it has a relaxing rhythm, with the background music of snipping scissors and buzzing clippers, all of it awash in the smell of talcum, aftershave and witch hazel.

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