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Oh, fair enough. I haven’t the faintest clue who she is, of course. It’s all the things like “hey, remember that cat?” and “oh, those leather trousers”, and everyone else then going “oh yeahhhhhh”, and there being a big ‘ol smiley half-pissed vibe that makes me like it.
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