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My Fireman
Friday evening and as usual Brad and I were in our local pub, drinking and talking about how we were going to change the world and make our fortunes. We also talked about girls, obviously; ones we knew and ones we never really knew, but would've loved to have known - the usual boy’s pub nonsense. Brad was my best mate; we had grown up together from school days. We told each other about our triumphs with any girl, and some of the let downs. We had no secrets from each other. We had been at the...
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