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We Have An Hour Before We Have To Leave," Cray Said. "so I Thought I Might Tell You A Little About Myself. I Thought It Might Pass The Time." "i'm Not Really All That Interested," Alex Said.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

No Offense, But I'd Rather Kiss The Horse.

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I Don't Know What I'd Do Without You. There's No One Else To Look After Me. And It's Not Just That. I Sometimes Think You're The Only Person Who Really Knows Me. I Only Feel Normal When I'm With You.