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>[You know the deal. Old friends, beach pub; the usual. Neither have been in action for some time now, owing to a restructure behind the scenes of the WWA. But they still meet and complain, just as old hags like them are wont to do.]
"It was definitely her. I'm not stupid. And enough people tagged me on Tweestagram. And sent me pictures of their cats, whatever the fuck that means."
>"Well, good enough fa her, Oi guess. Enough bad shit happens 'round 'ere, might as well have some good shit, yeah? Oi, speakin' of, any reply from ya new mate?"
"Tch, whatever. Never texted me back. It's fine. He was too young for me anyway. I get enough of the 'hag' shit as it is. Don't need to add 'cradle snatcher' to that, do I? Do you ever... sometimes I just wish the old junk yard a few blocks from here would someday burn down. And that rising black smoke would carry me far away, and I would never come back to this town."
>"Nah, fuck off, Kels. Ya orlways get weird aftah Pee-Dub-Ee matches. Ya just gotta chill the fuck out. Usually it's when ya win, but this toim ya got fuckin' stomped, din't ya? Ya just gotta... enjoy this shit, yeah? Whoy haven't ya fuck up Stace yet? No wait, Sam?"
"Sam. Samantha. Tch, fucking Samantha. No, she was in the right. And the balls on her to beat me like that... shit I almost admire her for it. I dunno, Sheils. Why is this so fucking hard sometimes? Why do you get to be friends with the fucking Angels AND Dojo kids and probably everyone else and I... shit, the fucking soldiers left. The Imp doesn't care about teaming. Nobody will tell me where THE FUCK SHOGUN IS. Why do people like you and not me?"
>"Oi? Ah, fuck, sorry, Kels. I wasn't list'nin'. Oi was finkin' about someone -- ah, summin' else."
"You're a tough person to love, Sheila."
>"But ya do love me, dun' ya?"
"... yeah. Dickhead. I'm gonna kick your ass one day, you know."
>"Ya nevah have befaw, mate. Free-zero, innit?"
"Fuck off."
>"Nyeh heh heh. Love ya too, Kels."
