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My plain, flat-chested, thick-thighed friend.
Wuddabitch
Emma, I Think. I’ll go and see Emma. I need to talk to someone.
Me when I have a bad day
I could run like this forever. Nothing hurts when you’re drunk.
Me after one sip of alcohol
Who did you think took that rifle from the storeroom? Me, of course! Ta-da!
Oh this line almost ruined the whole book
