[Narvin steps into the laundry room, holding the thoroughly shredded remains of the accountant suit to dump in the rag box. When he sees Arthur, a horrified expression crosses his face and his eyes dart to the door as he considers fleeing. But then he decides that fleeing is acknowledging that something happened, so he smooths his expression into something very consciously blank and with faux casualness he crosses the room to throw the rags in the box.]
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