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In her bedsit at Warwick University, Koel Mukherjee is undergoing yet another identity crisis...
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| Having two blogs is forcing me into a split personality! Help! | |
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| No, preciousss, no help will come for you... Kill the nasty Rob me must, precious... take out his eyesss... stole our favourite Matt Good CD he did... | |
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Now the hour of her self-betrayal draws close...
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| THE HOUR OF ROB'S DEATH IS NIGH. STRIKE FOR MATT, MAY-HE-LIVE-FOREVER. | |
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| WTF? Nm, to Rob's house... | |
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The deed done, Koel is snatched by the Thought Police and taken to Azkabaan.
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| Yes! YES! It's ours! ALL OURS! | |
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| Take her away. Treat her... harshly. Seize the computer too - I bet she had lots of horse porn. | |
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