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We were like, “Fuck off, twatto,” finishing our drinks. Only to discover the following morning that the stupid twat had let all four tires down on the car. I was like, “What you do that for?” “You burnt my fucking shirt.” “But you’ve japed yourself. You have to travel in that car as well, you stupid twat.”
Unknown Pleasures: Inside Joy Division
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