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Byron agreed to go out for a surf to ride some waves and settle our differences. Don't think he quite gets it, though. Kept diving off the board and I was like: "Byron, that's not how you surf. You're supposed to stand on the board." He just called me a twat, and said if I didn't want to get wet, why did I come out? Then he beat me up. But I let him win 'cause he's got a club foot and a bodacious arse. Shelley caught me looking and punched me too, and I was like shit... 'cause he's so non-violent. But I said he had a nice arse too, and he went all red and left me alone. Funny, that.
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