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8:17pm on Thursday, 1st December, 2011:
I arrived at Liverpool Street too early to catch a train that matched my ticket, so I had something to eat (not sure what it was, some kind of animal) in McDonald's. I overheard the following conversation there:
The Girlfriend: What time do we need to be there?
The Boyfriend: Around 9 o'clock.
The Girlfriend: We're not going to make it.
The Boyfriend: Oh, I don't know — I could get you drunk.
The Girlfriend: That's not funny.
Sorry, The Boyfriend, but she was right. It's not going to happen, ever.
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