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I would if I could, but I can barely think. I went out on the tiles with my brother. All I can remember is him wrestling a hapless bystander to the ground in a playful if boundary crossing blunder and trying to get two foul beasts with croydon facelifts to talk to him.
That and locking myself in the toilet to get away. Sending out beacons of distress to anyone who would listen.
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