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After a thorough and wary over-analysis, I have decided that cute regular-counter-guy down the corner shops (source for my caffeine-addict's supply of Diet Coke and/or Red Bull) was probably not flirting with me. Still, self. Way to pop down looking more like a bum than Johnny Depp on a bad day, and then end up talking about... the weather. In my defence, he brought it up. And on the plus side, I feel his compliment on catching a toppling cream soda bottle was well-deserved. I do have ninja skills.
And now?
Cream soda and The Wire. When they find me a withered, malnutritioned husk in my room, the walls covered with frenzied scribblings of 'OMAR!!!!' and 'MCNULTY YOU IDIOT', you can all blame
shati.
And now?
Cream soda and The Wire. When they find me a withered, malnutritioned husk in my room, the walls covered with frenzied scribblings of 'OMAR!!!!' and 'MCNULTY YOU IDIOT', you can all blame
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