Went out a' lunch with the lovely Miss Rachel Dawes yeste'day. An', despite claims that the arse'atty Bruce is not the real Bruce, an' that underneath 'e's still the same great kid, the Mastah was too busy riding up an' down eleva'ers a' spare an hour or two for a childhood friend. So, we did end up going alone. Nice lit'le cafe next to the corner
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