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[zachsattack]

[Private: Finnigan]

Hey. You. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET YOU A BLOODY CHRISTMAS GIFT IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT?!

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[dipsomaniacelt]

[private]

Because I don't KNOW WHAT I WANT. What do you want, by the way? I really am out of ideas. This is sort of pathetic you know.

[zachsattack]

[Private]

I can't believe you don't know what I want. I've left a million hints, do I have to straight out TELL you? I refuse.

[dipsomaniacelt]

[private]

Yeh definitely didn't because whether you'd like to believe it or not, I'dve picked up on that.

[zachsattack]

[Private]

You're a terrible liar.

[dipsomaniacelt]

[private]

And you're a right wanker but who cares?

[zachsattack]

[Private]

You, apparently.

[dipsomaniacelt]

[private]

So are we going shopping or not? I can't think of anything off the top of me head.

[zachsattack]

[Private]

Fine. You ruin the spirit of Christmas.