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[bad_messenger]

Christmas, Christmas, my money all gets blown on Christmas. I'm sending out presents early, because Dorianne wants me to leave my owl at home when we go to Koln for Christmas. She'll want to dictate my bloody wardrobe, next. Already wants to off Kaiser, my poor dog. 'least she's not throwing cats out the window anymore

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[bad_messenger]

Oh, I know. Aren't I great at buying presents?

Congratulations, sounds pretty good to me.

[bad_messenger]

Gold bullion would be nice.

[mcdolohov]

This is brilliant, mate! I'll try not to kick you down with 'em when I see you. Thanks.

And as for your Christmas gift, here's something I'm sure you've never seen before. 's called... something else, but I like to call it a rubber. Ask me what it's for.

[bad_messenger]

No problem, I'll be the one doing the knocking down.

A rubber? Woss that for?

[mcdolohov]

It's... you put it on your tonker, mate. 's like a glove for your dick. Muggle's use them so they don't get girls accidentally pregnant.

[bad_messenger]

...what?