The patron saint of back yard arsonists.
And for the first time in my life I feel my heart jump and the mood becomes so serious…and we smile awkwardly at each other with a bit of an evil chuckle. Today was…alright, work was alright. The foreign kid, she broke the coffee machine and now I’m fucked off.
Oh dear god please, get me out of here before I smack her fucking face in.
Small talk still seems so awkward.
Oh dear god please, get me out of here before I smack her fucking face in.
Small talk still seems so awkward.

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