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I don't know if I should feel flattered by the fact that you'll still snog me, or offended that you'll only do it hammered. What's the word that means in the middle, brainiac? Less-than-decent? Do you want to start a war here, Calhoun? I assure you, there isn't anyway on this polluted Earth you can out-snog me with swollen lips and the members of KISS egging you on in the background. Take it back to elementary, my dear Watson.

Big talk for the kid who puked in the punchbowl that Halloween.

S'cuse me!

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Still delusional, boo-boo?

...so is that a fuck-yes to the autograph? I know that grin, I know that grin. Still want me as badly as you did in fifth year, don't you? I don't give a damn what you told everyone in the dorm, that shit was not a phase.

As long as you don't start crying when it hits you.

S'cuse me!

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S'cuse me!

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Oh, yeah. Because no one's gonna want yours truly, the heartthrob who gave Count Paris and Thor their to-kill-for faces and also had three separate telly shows which by the way I know you watched despite your condescending look that you're giving me right now, well after we're old and rotten.

Pfft, you'd sooner tell me that DiCaprio's gonna win an Oscar.

Depends, you still a lush?

S'cuse me!

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Takes one to know one, no? You and me both, I'll tell you that much. If anything, I'm the one who looks more a hobo than you do-- Have you heard of this thing called aging? It's a process where you stop looking like a little bitch and actually start looking like some form of a man. Foreign concept? Don't worry, babe, no need to try to keep up.

You better believe you're buying me drink, y'tosser.

S'cuse me!

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Why, yes. Pretend to know you. I know what I said.

I mean, it's not as though your sorry-arse knows how to send an owl every once in a blue moon to prove me wrong.

S'cuse me!

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S'cuse me!

Hi, Deirdre Castell, former actor and probably the reason you dream at night. I need to pretend I know you for the next ten minutes so I can shake off that creep at the bar.

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Ugh, I'm losing brain cells just talking about him. AP Calculus homework is more fun to discuss.

Yeah, cheers! Cheers, mate! Yep, thanks for that.

Is brain. But booze does not help. You should hear him try to say my name. Bozhe moy, has one syllable but he screws it every time.

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Merlin, I know. I told him how to say my name at least twelve times and he still sounded like a Chrysler pumped outta gas. I dunno if it's the booze or the brain itself.

Yeah, cheers! Cheers, mate! Yep, thanks for that.

Avoid that one. Is horrible. Also very stupid.

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Yeah, cheers! Cheers, mate! Yep, thanks for that.

(..Cockbag.)