[It's a bit risque for Roarton, come on. He starts walking, keeping a step ahead of Jem. That's politeness, too.]
The bloke in the photos... dark hair, slicked back. Big jumper. He looked pretty dead, too, but you know how Amy's into that. Maybe he's from the commune.
[He thinks.]
I don't remember her sending it. [He reads each postcard like it was shakespeare.]
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[It's a bit risque for Roarton, come on. He starts walking, keeping a step ahead of Jem. That's politeness, too.]
The bloke in the photos... dark hair, slicked back. Big jumper. He looked pretty dead, too, but you know how Amy's into that. Maybe he's from the commune.
[He thinks.]
I don't remember her sending it. [He reads each postcard like it was shakespeare.]