Dan Wells. I'm not a serial killer (№ 190624)

At six thirty in the morning Mr. Crowley woke up and swore. It reminded me of the work hours: it was the old rough cuckoo, in which at least a clock exhibit. As far as I know, swearing he's only in the mornings. Perhaps it helped him to relax and start the day fresh, having thrown out from the head of night thoughts.