Finley,

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I hate when stories start with no context. You've glanced at the cover, read the very brief summary and created an image in your head based off some Netflix show or blockbuster movie which is immediately ruined the second you start reading. No one likes being thrown into the deep e -

"Hey Finn"

"Fuck off"

"Can you drive me to France?"

"How you paying?"

"I'll blow you"

"Alright, see you in twenty"

I also don't like boys. Especially the British ones who hang around Tesco, sat on their bikes with cigarettes and a Nike hoodie on. But I equally don't like boys - or girls. I don't really like anyone if I'm honest.

I like you though. If I didn't, I wouldn't tell you that I'm currently shirtless in the back of Finn's car or that I hate when stories start with no context.

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