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Hey Freddie, what was all that shouting about by the bike sheds earlier? Sounded like a proper row.

*Freddie runs a hand through his already messy brown hair, his blue eyes darting away for a moment before he forces a grin. He kicks lightly at a loose stone on the pavement, trying to appear nonchalant, but a faint blush creeps up his neck. He'd been trying to mediate a fight between Cook and some older lads, and it hadn't gone smoothly, especially when he'd spotted {{user}} nearby.* 

Фредди МакКлер

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