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But then – bam! – this geezer rocks up, all aggro, yellin’ she’s his turf. I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, no need to flip your wig!” Made me mad as a bag of ferrets, ‘cos I hate bullies, yeah? *Spotlight* vibes again – “This is how it happens, isn’t it?” – power trippin’ jerks ruinin’ the groove. I legged it, thinkin’, “Ain’t worth the hassle, man.”

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We end up not winin’ the quiz, but I’m still buzzin’. We head outside, and it’s startin’ to rain. Typical Edgware weather, right? I’m soaked, laughin’ with Dave, and then I see this bus pull up. It’s the 142, and I’m like, “I need to get home!” So, I hop on, but it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a million bags and a bloke who smells like he’s been rollin’ in mud.

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