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Kapok;
Yeah I did get her name. Not at the time as such, too lost in the moment I guess, but now that Serge*, her ( ex ? ) boyfriend has been standing there shouting outside the front door for the last couple of hours - thank goodness for armour-plated windows ( first-time buyers, you ignore this issue at your peril, ) I now know what she is called.
Assuming it's not 'You are son of pig,' 'I put shotgun up your ass, English' or whatever other vague ideas Serge has about the UK justice system ( 'Serge' I said, with the best will in the world 'Serge, the person you're looking for doesn't live here any more... Well, yeah, it's ok, I suppose, about the taxes and so on, but this is no good... It simply isn't germane, big guy, to be waving your shooter round in this frankly rather outre fashion,' it could have gone better, really, that whole exchange, ) then I dare say it's Bambi*.
And I've got Bambi's number and everything, it's just that if I call her, will Serge pick up ?
It seems like I'm going to have to make a choice between love, and all it's uncertainties, or the emergency room, and all it's certainties.
It could be beautiful, but then again, I may never play tennis again, so... well it's a dilemna, guys, I don't mind admitting that.
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