"You'll see when we get there."
Rotter chuckled inwardly at the girl sat next to him. She was putting on a brave front, well enough, but just how resilient would she prove to be when she found out the truth of what she'd stumbled in to this night.
It began to rain as the cab passed Putney Heath on the left, and on towards the bridge that would take them over the river and on to the busy West End night.
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.
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