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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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After a few minutes, the fire brigade shows up. They’re all calm and collected, while I’m just standing there, shivering and trying to make small talk with Dave. “So, uh, how’s work?” I ask, trying to sound casual. He just shrugs. “Same old, same old.” Brilliant convo, right?

Huge solar farms the size of 54 football pitches proposed for the Harborough district