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I'm sure I don't want to know where that hand is reaching...
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...eeek...
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Jason, pondering the complexities of the notice board...
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...it could be a watch...could be a phone...could be an alien...who knows...?
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Eyebrows of death, dun dun dunnnn...
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Mark, enjoying the radiator...
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and Rob...signing up for Physics...
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Look, it's as if someone's stopped his hand in time, and captured the moment on digital imagery...
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...scrubber...
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Sam now...taking pictures of...the stools...
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...and himself...
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...and Ronald...
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...camera back at me...scaaary eyes..
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...Alex...towering over like a giant, towering thing...
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the sixth form noticeboard...in the background...
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...weird...their face appears to be upside down...
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What a great stereo we have...
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\\ insert bad joke involving a happiness over the size of an external organ here //
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...my bag...about to be set fire...by Viv...
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...and Laura...probably discussing evil things about how I apparently look like the little boy out of the witches...
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...he's got her cornered...how can Harriet escape...?
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...oh no, the deadly leg-cross type-thing...she's his forever now...
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I call it, "the musically inclined youth"...
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I call it, "the Chrisically inspired youth".
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...now scaring Katy with the camera...
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...ooh, aah, eeh...scary
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Nick...um...having trouble with the stairs methinks...
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Liams innovative new exercise bike...
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...it hurts...I had a go...
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Pete demonstrating his new bag design...
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...a bike, yesterday...
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I call it "plants above a sunset, on a hot, yet not too muggy mid-summer-almost-autumny day"...
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I wonder at which house number Rob sleeps...
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