Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line.īreakfast on the run again, he’s well aware he’s dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere.įeeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Oliver Paul, twenty years old, thick head of hair worries he’s going bald. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too. i gotta go but i hope we can keep in touch i like very much being here with you but you see, all this small talk is killin’ me do you have any siblings? you got a sister yeh she’s a detective, well i bet she’s got some good stories. I’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you i got better things to do than shave my legs, my pits, oh yeh. can i get you anything? a soda? Campari? with lemon? you got it. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you what’d you think of the ultimate ending? i fast forward, get busy pretending that i’ve seen everything. Do you have any siblings? i got a brother, Blake, he’s four years older than me (n i guess he always will be) yeah he’s clever and he’s got a cool girlfriend (hey Hayley) aw but wait, now that they’re engaged soooooo i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty
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