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160. The Nureyev of the NCP

“You still typin’, Luci?” “What the fuck do you mean, Scorcher?” “Well, every time I come in ‘ere you’re either typin’ or shovin’ that mouse about.” “It’s my job, Scorcher. It’s what I’m paid to do. Sit on my arse … Continue reading

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