Yes, well. Picture the scene if you can. It's a long 4 day weekend and all I want to do is drink beer, eat pizza and read Murakami. I had the beer and Murakami and when Biggs messaged to tell me she wouldn't be home to cook me dinner I ordered up some pizza. There were also some soggy chicken-type balls, they were fucking awful. The pizza was not too bad though...
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