Robbie Fay:
Don't you be dirtying that nice clean bus, now.
Alfie Byrne:
You have it lovely, Bosie. I can see myself in it, like Narcissus.
Robbie Fay:
You're at it again.
Alfie Byrne:
At what?
Robbie Fay:
That stuff you do. Big words. Poetry.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:36