In the end you’ll be glad to hear that I totally chickened out and fobbed Oliver off with some story about a misspent youth and too much booze the night before my exams. It’s not like it was a total fabrication, and much safer than the whole story. After that I feigned tiredness, but not before hearing all about his Christmas Day. I told him about my ti…
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