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LIBERTY.
WHAT ARE Y'DOIN' Y'BLIGHTERS? I come back from the islands all home n' housed and it's like the whole damn city's gone dodgy.

Remy, love, M'sorry I missed your birthday. Love ya heaps n' don't you doubt your uncle John's got ya some sweet-as souvenirs! Go on and gizza ring when y'can.

As for you Kirkland lads, you're ( Read more... )

[It was a normal enough arvo- he'd helped a lonely Italian kid out (or from the perspective of those not John Paul, possibly condemned him) and he'd left a nice little bouquet of flowers in the flat for Emi with a note reading simply 'Miss ya- be home soon'. He'd gone to visit Loto on campus during lunch break for a brief heart to heart and he had ( Read more... )

'Time doesn't wait for no man' I've heard clever songsters say.  Last week, I took a dance with the devil- so to speak- and it left me with a busted up leg. M'eye- the one mum knocked up with a shuffle board puck back in January I think it was- is aggravated again. Bit blurrier than usual. M'right hand's all fucked. Good thing I've got some south- ( Read more... )

[Message on Emiliana DeLeon's cell from 'Unknown Caller']
Gidday? This is that sheila Iorangi's always yakkin' about yeah nah? What is this about my son bein' in the hospital? I'm expectin' a call back, Miss.

[Message on Jared Montour's cell from 'John's Mother']
JARED MONTOUR. WHAT IS ALL THIS CODS WALLOP ABOUT MY BOY BEING CROOK? IF HE AIN'T DEAD, ( Read more... )