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"Oi!" He exclaimed, eyes narrowing darkly. Fine, apparently he was simply unpleasant period. "You're the one with a bleeding track record. And for the record, Ididn't mean it like that, you bloody..." He trailed off when her son stared up at him, as well as others turning to look at them.
Standing he snatched up his bag, "What Imeant, you crazy bint, was that you could be too good for him. So before you go snapping off my head, why not ask what I meant next time, yeah?"
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