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I'm from here, and it's shit. You have hair like me.

Oh. Why’s that?

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I hate it here.

I’m really enjoying London thus far. I wonder how the next stop will top this.

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No more obsessed than any other teenage boy, but I just don't keep this kinda stuff in my head to jerk-off about later...I just say it.

I’m sure I am.

So… are you obsessed with… that, or something?

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my gran just gave me chocolate

and i was like hmmm yum

didn't even look at it properly

had a bite and it was dark chocolate filled with orange flavoured icky stuff

like posh shit

but i ate it bc i felt bad and now i think im gonna vomit

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Yeah well....you're missin' out.

Nu uh, Martin.

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Yes?

If the answer was a no last time, and the time before that, what do you think the answer is going to be this time?

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If you like me, does that mean we can have sex?

Yeah, but I like you, so you don’t count.

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I'm from London, am I creepy?

Some people in London are really creepy.

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You have to dress like a nun though otherwise she'll have a heart-attack.

Back in London...

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