"Kicking my coppers is all well and good, within reason. But I don't recognise you..." Gene eyed her suspiciously for a moment, before discarding his now cold tea and half eaten butty in the bin. So much for breakfast.
"Now, I know I don't know all the plonks in this place, but you... I think I'd remember you. What's your name?"
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:30 pm (UTC)"Now, I know I don't know all the plonks in this place, but you... I think I'd remember you. What's your name?"