Well.
Move on, the poncey little
Watcher said. Not neccesarily a bad idea, that. And this is the first step; my new journal.
So, this is me, movin' on.
And I don't want to hear any crap about the song, either. Heard it on the radio, and... yeah.
Eh, sod it all. I'm going outside, have a cig. Bloody California.Er, maybe not. Sunlight and all.
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