Look at that idiot traipsing around. What a
wimp. The old me would have ploughed him down with one shift of my shoulder. I
could have stomped him into the ground and left him to be scraped up by his
sissy friends. I could have taken them all on without flinching.
Bloody hell, this coat itches. Who puts a coat on a dog? God, if they only knew me back then. They’d be bloody terrified.
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