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[Oct. 10th, 2010|01:43 am] |
The Falcons will kick your arse. Cannons don't stand a chance.
Shite, why did you guys get me so drunk?
[Adrian]
Hi, husband mine. We won today, I partied, I drank. I might be a tad bit drunk..Where are you? I miss you...I haven't seen you in days. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2010|10:14 pm] |
[Private to Falcon Players]
I bet you bunch of pansy arse little girls thought you were going to get off easy, didn't you? The captain is gone for a few days and I come back to excuses.
Your pathetic arses better be at practise, 8 am tomorrow morning. I will come drag you out of bed if you are more than one minute late.
Clear?
[End of Private]
We own the victory this year. No doubt about it.
Drinks, tonight, Pure. Who is game? |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2010|05:26 pm] |
[Private to Falcon Players]
Which one of you sods are going to run practise this weekend? Flint? I am going away to the country for the weekend.
[Private to Isaac](readable by Adrian)
Two years to the day since we learned of Isabel's death. I miss her more than I can ever put into words. She was such a big part of my life and I miss her outspoken confidence and nagging. I love you forever, mia bella. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2010|12:01 am] |
Vs. Holyhead on Oct. 9th.
We have three weeks to get ready. I don't want to hear the fucking whinging. An extra hour everyday. Have your arses on the pitch by 10 am everyday or else I will toss you off the team. Are we clear?
Adrian
I am stopping at the pub with Flint when I am done at practise. If you finish early, you can join us. |
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[May. 21st, 2010|07:30 pm] |
[Private :: Gabrielle Delacour]
Can we meet somewhere? I need to talk to you. |
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[May. 19th, 2010|05:32 pm] |
[Private to Adrian (readable by Isabel)]
I agree that I will not shag any other blokes, that is already unspoken between us. I have agreed to spend my life with you and Isabel. I love you. You cannot tell me who I can and cannot shag. You know why I need birds and what I like. I am not allowing you to do this. |
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[May. 17th, 2010|11:04 pm] |
[Private :: Adrian]
I heard an interesting rumour today. You, Minister of Magic? We need to work on your communication skills. Isn't this something you would normally tell your best mate?
You have been busy? I haven't seen you in a few weeks.
[End of Private]
Bloody prophet and their nosiness. It would seem I was noteworthy enough to make the gossip pages again. Note to Prophet:: No one cares who I am having an affair with or which man's wife was seen in my company. Cover the real news.
I need a drink. We have been working our arses off on the pitch, I need a break. |
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