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I’m not sure how much information has to be exchanged before you can profess to know someone. My name’s Stuart Bayldon. Twenty-nine. Misanthrope. Leeds native. EMT. Infertile. Hate power ballads. Total mess. Not allergic to penecillin. Awfully good at getting my hopes up for a self-proclaimed cynic. A bit of a know-it-all, or so I apparently like ( Read more... )

( a voice-testing fic )