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Goddamn'd dress. Check.
Goddamn'd red curls. Check.
... Sod all of this rubbish. I in't ever gonna pass for that brat of a dead woman in a thousand years.
This in't never gonna work.
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Too much business in this City fer one boy to handle a courier service. You still looking for a job, whatch'er name?
Awful boring, City.