"Not a fucking fire." Peter said, letting himself in then. He just wanted to make sure Gareth wasn't going to be in the nude when he walked in. "I need to ask you about something rather important. About the people who had you before you came here to London. The traders or whatever the fuck the fucking cunts were." Peter was mad. When he was mad, he swore a lot.
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Date: 2008-02-15 09:04 am (UTC)From: