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Posted September 18, 2015 11:43 · last edited March 18, 2021 06:11
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Sneaking you say? It's not exactly a low profile I was going for now, was it? I walked out. The game was over as a spectacle after about three minutes and it was cold.
I am passionate, but I am also sadly burdened by things other than football of an afternoon, so I tucked my tail between my legs and ran away from the mighty CashTech fortress like a little bitch, hoping that nobody important would notice.
And look! It worked...