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Well, I suppose that’s a relief. Last time you were heard of, you were just about to go for a ten mile swim (or, like, whatever, anything over a length might as well be the channel crossing to me), and then you weren’t heard from for a couple of days... I mean, it’s not like you, *anything* could have happened. Good to know you were partying in the so-called real world. All the very best conversations happen in the bathroom. So I've found.
I passed the time musing as to whether I was causing any offence by always calling you Bop. I mean, I wouldn’t much like to be called Head. Would you prefer Ginger, ging, GB, G-bop, Julia-jooley-jools, bopmeister, ‘the’ bop, or perhaps gingerbop2: electric boogaloo? Your call, madam. |
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