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It is a time on Sunday morning that I usually prefer to believe doesn't exist. Instead of being tucked up under the duvet with
bugshaw I am up and dressed and about to drive down to a wood north of Potters Bar to go paintballing.
This is what happens when you say "That sounds like fun, I'll come along" at parties...
MC
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This is what happens when you say "That sounds like fun, I'll come along" at parties...
MC