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"Fuck me mum!" Cillian curses, "Ye actually asked to come here? Are ye mad or stupid?" "A bit of mad, occasionally stupid, but this was a calculated move," I say. "Ye'r shit at math," Cillian tells me. The Scottsman takes a swig of his drink and grimaces when the bottle only gives him a few dro...
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