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entry 61 - 3rd March 02
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tim-tom @ Suzie's party Just back from a party at Suzie's. Tim-tom turned up there about two minutes after I did. He kind of locked onto me and followed me around everywhere, saying nothing. It went on for about an hour. Everyone noticed, you could tell. I was worried that Angela had said something about our forthcoming day on the beach, or that I'd taken her for a curry, but if that was what it was about he wasn't saying. He did say one thing before he left though... "Tim's got himself a radio controlled helicopter just like yours, that's what old Tom's gone and done. He'll be flying it through hoops before you even get into the air. Tim buys it, Tom flies it." And his face when he was saying it... I can't even describe the expression actually. Not that it was easy to see it, mind... his nose was pressed right up against mine, his eyes piercing through my own into my brain. I could smell his breath: it was foul, like curdled milk. His generally unpleasant surrounding aura was worse than usual too; it made me feel like I had spiders crawling up my back.
How did he know I'd got a helicopter? I was going to dig into his Juice again tonight, but I'm not so sure now. I know it wants me to take it, but I may just have a Mogadon instead.
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Bleeeuuurgh.
