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Worryingly (and I blame McCoy)


RoyTordesLegend

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I'm sorry, you're just not my type. You're like a brother to me.

 

A brother with a rap sheet twice his size. That stole the flowers from our mum's grave. And then passed out drunk on my patio, barfing all over himself.

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