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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
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I'm in a taxi on m'way back to the flat actually. Hope y'didn't miss me none~
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Aw hell, Emimi, you're gunna make me cry aren't ya?
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And you missed your birthday, too, if I remember right. I sent you something, even though I had no clue whether you'd be there to get it but I'm not sure if it actually got there. It might be sitting in a post office somewhere...
Anyway, welcome home. I'll see you soon, I hope.
((ooc: http://remylee.livejournal.com/18810.html#cutid1 John's present. Little guy was just too cute to be forgotten and all alone.))
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S'good to be back. We'll have a yack before y'know it!
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We'd better. No more running away with no contact, mister.
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We'll have a party to make up for it, eh? And I promise I'll take y'with me next time I go on an adventure. Or if I can't, why, I'll call ya everyday.
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