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"No--I was planning on forgetting"

"Sorry" Tholass bottle "Maybe this willDuke of Anthorp--he’s a naughty boy A terrible influence And he’s taken

"What is it?" I ask

"Irish whiskey Old Irish whiskey frouard it like gold I thought we’d crack it open together" He wiggles his eyebrows "A few nips will o down a lot easier"

I look over ey secretary in sight

"Co evergreen, hidden frouards at the palace wall Thorass and I reach under the tree like it’s Christht uid strearapher ever snaps a shot of you with a fag in your fingers, your father’s going to lock you in your room for a month" He pulls the cork out with his teeth and takes a deep swig from the bottle--because we’re classy like that

Then he chokes and sputters

I give the bottle a sniff, then before I change ulp quickly

And I i fire I drop us up into

Tho--and coughing--and by ht and wonderfully floaty Thomas pulls an arched, intricately hand-carved wooden pipe from his pocket

"Oh, no, Thomas--not the pipe"

"I like the pipe," he uished"

"It makes you look like Sherlock Holuished"

I shakethat word--I don’t think you knohat it means"

He points at me with the hideous pipe "Shut it, you Or I’ll keep this all to myself"

He holds up an envelope--with sharp, ets a letter fro thing in both our lives And if I let myself think about that toowhiskey

I pluck the letter fro it over in my hands

"Did you read it yet?"

Thoentleman I would have Especially after the last one that was all about the luscious tits and arse of the Egyptian girl who liked hi in the Rourke family But Edward’s is different from his brother’s

Dirtier Manlier