That is class.
(woo, agent V, got home ok then? we were beginning to worry)
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Mon 10 Jun 2002, 9:47,
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Well...
Sort of. I just about made it back home after diverting to the pub to blag a pint off of the landlord (which worked, honest!) and send some more filthy text messages to my ex girlfriend when I got back home before passing out at about 2 this morning. Sorry for lurking!
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Mon 10 Jun 2002, 9:48,
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