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Xander's jaw dropped as Andrew gesticulated out the window, letting forth a stream of invective that would make a sailor blush. "What the hell was that?"
"The royal salute. I hate it when people don't use their indicators and white van men are the worst."
It took a moment for Xander to parse Andrew's answer. There was way too much that he'd lost in translation. "Are you sure you're still speaking English?"
Andrew overtook an elderly Volvo before glancing at Xander. "How long have you lived here without picking up local colour?"
"I guess I'm a California boy at heart."
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"The royal salute. I hate it when people don't use their indicators and white van men are the worst."
It took a moment for Xander to parse Andrew's answer. There was way too much that he'd lost in translation. "Are you sure you're still speaking English?"
Andrew overtook an elderly Volvo before glancing at Xander. "How long have you lived here without picking up local colour?"
"I guess I'm a California boy at heart."
Part of the London!verse