Phone call to Sara "Hey, we're supposed to meet this afternoon right? I bet you're going to Florence and the Machine. Yes? You fucking bitch! Both of you, why don't you ever tell me this shit? You know I'm always there too. Man. Avoiding me? You know resistance is futile, I'm stalking you through all the experimental music gigs in the Esplanade diary. Well okay it doesn't matter, Tom has been sneakily keeping on top of things really. But still! Argh! I hate you! You still owe him his Marquis de Sade. See you later you hobo."
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