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- Times three. - Done now.
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- Bangers, man, bangers! - I'm Brewis, by the way.
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- Sam. - Front pocket, man.
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I'm meant to be at a party in Fulham.
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Now I'm trapped in this bloody block.
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Yo, Pest. Get ready with that lighter. Yeah, pass it, pass it.
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- What about you? - I live here.
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Really?
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Wicked.
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I'm set.
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Lights. Stay close.
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Go. Go, go.