The Dead Athlete

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As soon as I recovered, I couldn’t get down JDs quick enough. Somehow I knew exactly what I wanted, and I made bloody sure I got them too. Changed there and then, couldn’t wait. Ambled back through the park, joined some new bruvs who shared their smokes with me. Fucking mint it was, true. Back home now, just being Chav. No point going to bloody work now, is there? Just doesn’t seem like that’s summat I wanna do, now. All them numbers and things. Screw ‘em. I can see now why Gary didn’t come back after he caught Chav. Think I’ll give him a ring and see if he’d like to pop over. We could Chav together, get to know each other a lot better…

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