well my mummy called the security people and my daddy got my car for me, and it turned out he knew the guy and they had a grand old chat... and the park rager had driven around beeping his horn trying to find me, but i was far away and lost...
I know that reserve like the back of my hand...and I am working at a place called Patterson's Patissere- they sell all sorts of delicacies....I know that it will be bad for me to work there, but hey, food is good...
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(It doesn't really work, no, but eating is fun!)
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(are you going to come home in your holidays? where are you working?)
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