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Suddenly the bus came to a stop. We were there, the weatherspoons at the heart of Newport. This was city where dreams were made of as Alicia keys once said "concrete junge wet dreams are made of.
"Hurry up Y/N" my mother Dora explored
As I said thank you to Dave the bus man I could feel it in my messy bun that this Friday at Spoons would be different to any other Friday at spoons!
I opened the door to spoons and Jeremy the spoons man greeted me.
"I wouldn't be here if I were you Y/N" he nodded
"Why?" I nodded back with my dishwater blue orbs
His slimy green orbs stared back at mine
"Because it's a Moscow mule"
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My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher
FanfictionHer parents are chavs Y/N got sold for a pitcher because her parents wanted a woowoo on a Friday
