Terence, bad news. Angelina somehow found out that you had moved in. And I've decided that since she knows, I may as well tell Oliver too and get all the hysterics over and done with. Just to give you a heads up.
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Angelina knows about Terence and I. Well, not that there's a Terence and I, as you well know, but that I let him move in until he gets himself sorted out. And she's angry. And she said some very unkind things. And because of that now I'm angry.
Care to leave our hot-headed friends behind and go out clubbing in Glasgow this evening? If there was ever any excuse for a drink...