Well no one's caused a stink, and I think she'd take it away if she didn't much like it being in my hands. People coming through don't seem to mind it either.
As such I've got the mirror, and if you don't like it than it seems like it's you're bloody problem and not ours.
Well...
My darlingest Wesley was getting soft, and so he decided to transfer it to my capable and arse kicking hands. Right?
So he picks up the mirror and we get some strong bloke to help load it into his truck, and we drive it to London and install it here.
And so is the exciting tale of how I got to be a mirror guardian.
Savvy?
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Wesley? Oh, you mean Wes. Huh.
Can he do that?
Don't think he can do that.
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Did Ais say you could? She say it was cool to have it leave Ireland like that?
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As such I've got the mirror, and if you don't like it than it seems like it's you're bloody problem and not ours.
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I ain't got a problem! Just... checking.
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Thought so, too.
Bitch.
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Talking about yourself, huh?
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Not at present.
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