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Jackdaw44: Sorry.

ICE9: What for?

Jackdaw44: Telling you to go fuck yourself last week.

ICE9: No, you’re not. You want something.

Jackdaw44: Ha. Ha. Spot on.

ICE9: So?

Jackdaw44: Just wanted to talk to you.

ICE9: You know where I live.

Jackdaw44: Ha. Ha. Am at school. Need advice.

ICE9: What about?

Jackdaw44: Girls. Why are they such bitches?

ICE9: What makes you think I know?

Jackdaw44: I fucking hate Liv. She dumped me so why is she trying to put Jess off me?

ICE9: Jealous? Maybe she still fancies you.

Jackdaw44: Yeah, right. She’s fucking Ethan Thomas.

ICE9: Revenge?

Jackdaw44: What for?

ICE9: Did you cheat on her?

Jackdaw44: [confused face}

ICE9: That’s a yes then.

Jackdaw44: I was drunk.

ICE9: Dick.

Jackdaw44: That’s Mr Big Dick to you.

ICE9: Not according to Liv.

Jackdaw44: Fuck off. (Not sorry.)