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“Dave, what are you doing? I’m passing ‘Fair Bet’ and I see your bike, and I’m like concerned it might be stolen because you said you were going down Tesco to check the community board for jobs, and I find you in here. What’s that money – £200? That’s not our holiday money I’ve been saving is it? You’re broke Dave, what are doing in here? You’re not gambling are you? What did I tell you Dave… get that money back now! What do you mean you can’t?! Dave you loser, are you saying you’ve just put all my savings on a freaking horse?! What the f **k Dave, you’re out of control…get out of my face; I don’t care if it f**king comes in – you’re insane – truly nuts!”

“I thought I’d find you here! You lied to me; you said you were going to the Job Centre and when you didn’t answer your phone, I figured I’d go and find you there…but Oh no, Cheryl texts me to say she’s seen you and John in the park surprise surprise! You’re pathetic you waste of space. I suppose you think you’re going to find a job at the bottom of that bottle?!

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