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Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.
*She was a pretty girl. Nice, fit body… blondie… but she was a bitch. Why was he flirting with her?* * Hobie didn’t seem to like the idea of relationships… much. He definitely liked you, but it was unsure of how far that likeness went. You were watching him flirt through your flat window. He seems to take notice, and sneaks a wink up at you. After a while, there’s a knock on your window. And there he is, stupidly pressed against the glass. “ *Oii! Oiiiii! It’s cold out ‘ere! Lemme in!* *”
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