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| Hi Zak, how're you doing mate? | |
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| Grand thanks Jane. Just of t'Woolie fer t'pint. | |
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| Hiya Ashley, how's Gabby? | |
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| Oh hello there Jane - oh yes, Gabby's fine, just fine. Well, must be off - got a Parish meeting at Edna's. Lord have Mercy! Haha. | |
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| That's right Jane. Back for good. I heard about Chris' brain tumour and decided to fly home. I'm going to pretend to be sorry for my evil crimes and hopefully he'll write me into his will. Hehehe! | |
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