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Liam Rosenior

Barracks scene:

The evening is sultry, the atmosphere tense. An occasional report of gunfire punctuates the ceaseless buzxing of cicadas.

One of your comrades at arms slaps you across the fyess. He then apologises. You say: 'No, I needed that' before bursting into tears, crying hysterically. He slaps you across the fyess again. He apologises etc. etc..
Works for me :lol:
 

He’s selling because he couldn’t get Will Still? Are you serious?

If we are just making up fantasies I think he’s going to spend the family fortune making us into the biggest club in Europe. Nothing points to this being the case, but it’s what I want to happen so I’m going to pretend it’s true.

Edit: just seen your prior posts, nevermind. Is everyone really so desperate for attention that they need to make stuff up?
What have I made up?
 
Oh I’ve just bought at her request Dark Angel about Mary Ann Cotton

I’ve gone off cups of tea
I once writ a story (loosely) about her. Set in the present. Involving a family living in The Royal Courts, the former Royal Infirmary site where Cotton once worked. They had a little girl called Emerald Green. Which was also the name of the arsenic-rich paint pigment used on the internal hospital walls. Or so the story goes....
Bet Victor have taken the market down
Perfumed ponces.
 
I once writ a story (loosely) about her. Set in the present. Involving a family living in The Royal Courts, the former Royal Infirmary site where Cotton once worked. They had a little girl called Emerald Green. Which was also the name of the arsenic-rich paint pigment used on the internal hospital walls. Or so the story goes....

Perfumed ponces.
She was a bit of a girl and utterly ruthless

Sunderland gets a lot of mentions in the story
 
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