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Assistant: Title: Teenage Dirtbag
        Author: poppy5991 poppy5991 
        Chapter: 1/7 
        Summary: Either all the after school specials are true and the weed has finally gone to his head or Eddie just hooked up with the prettiest, most unobtainable boy in eighty square miles. In a canoe, no less. Eddie looks to his left.Nope. Steve Harrington is still there, having neither vanished into thin air or thrown Eddie into the lake. Which feels improbable, but nonetheless there is he is, shiny hair and cute moles and cheeky grin and all. What the f@ck.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Eddie doesn’t know why he’s here. Well, in general, he’s here to make money. Corralling a bunch of pre-teens and young teenagers at sleepaway camp isn’t the worst way to spend his summer. More specifically, he doesn’t know why he’s here at this bonfire with a few preppy kids when he would sincerely rather spending time with the literal children who make up their clientele. Chrissy begged him to come so that she wouldn’t be left alone and was promptly taken out by a migraine. Leaving him alone. The counselors have a free afternoon for once while the kids are off wandering around in the woods and learning about native fauna. It’s too awkward to f@ck off immediately - he’s sure that Carol will be full of snide comments for the next week if he does. She’s got a complex about people thinking they’re too good for her presence. But Chrissy was overtaken by nausea as they walked out toward the lake and Buckley was smart enough to opt out of the excursion. Good for her.  Unfortunately, this leaves Eddie, Carol, Tommy, Andy, Anna, and Steve. He doesn’t dislike Harrington per se, but he’s also not confident that the guy won’t revert to being a d@ck to fit in with the others when Buckley isn’t around. Similarly, Andy and Tammy aren’t so bad on their own, but he gets the impression that they’re leery of ending up on Tommy and Carol’s h@t list. Eddie already feels exhausted and they’ve barely even gotten the fire started. And the beer is lukewarm. He drinks it anyway, suspecting he’ll need an alcoholic buzz to get through the gathering without starting a fight.  “You’re friends with Chrissy, right? When are she and Jason going to get back together?” Carol asks over the lip of her beer bottle.  Eddie suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. She and Tommy are both friends with Chrissy’s d@ck of an ex-boyfriend. This is exactly why she dragged him along in the first place as a shield before abandoning him to the wolves.  “Yeah, I don't think she's interested in being a Christian housewife anytime soon. Don’t hold your breath.” Carol’s lips purse.  “He’s a good guy. Totally broken up about it,” she says to the group, aiming for convincing.  The irony of calling Jason a good guy in front of the dude who he accused of warping his ex-girlfriend’s mind with Satan worship is not lost on Eddie. Or anyone else if the raised eyebrows and cringing jaws are any indication. No one argues the point though. They seem to be stuck in a stalemate between not wanting to p@ss off Eddie who has a reputation for being a loose cannon and also the sole source of weed in town, and not angering Carol who is predictably mean and in possession of a dangerous amount of social capital.  “It must suck getting dumped, right Steve?” Tommy sneers. Yikes. He’s aware the two had a falling out, but Tommy has been taking swipes at Harrington for the entire two weeks that they’ve been working at the summer camp. After Nancy Wheeler broke up with him, Harrington’s social group shifted rapidly. Eddie had been surprised to see him return from last summer as Robin Buckley’s conspiratorial new best friend, but he seems to have mellowed out. Tommy on the other hand… Steve just shrugs in annoyance and sips his beer before grimacing at the temperature. Eddie can relate.  “But hey I guess you’re scr@w@ng that band nerd now so…” Steve’s jaw clenches with anger so hard that Eddie sees it twitch and reassesses his internal rankings over who is most likely to start a fist fight. Eddie has dropped to a solid third place.  Anna tries to shift the conversation by initiating some inane chatter about a movie. Steve and Andy indulge her. Tommy, who is getting rapidly drunk, downing one beer after another, eventually interrupts the conversation to throw out a metaphorical grenade.  “Hey!” he yells, slurring his words, as everyone else flinches at the sudden noise. “Let’s play spin the bottle.” Everyone else in the circle gives him an incredulous look with the exception of Andy who glances in Anna’s direction with a hopeful expression. Even Carol’s patience appears to become strained. Tommy tosses the bottle to the gravel dramatically. Eddie has always thought that Hagan has secretly been in love with Steve since middle school. His behavior occasionally veers closer to jilted lover than discarded bestie. Maybe this is a drunken excuse to try and lay one on their summer camp heartthrob. All the preteen girls will cry themselves to sleep. That said Eddie thinks that Harrington is oblivious to it. Maybe he’ll punch Tommy for trying. Or maybe Carol will. That would be fun.  Tommy spins the bottle. It lands on Carol. He looks disappointed. She presses a quick smooch to his mouth then pulls away looking disgruntled.  “Maybe we should-” Carol gets interrupted by Tommy.  “Spin, Steve!” he says aggressively.  “Play truth or dare instead,” Carol finishes.  Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, but obliges.  It lands on Eddie.  Well, f@ck, this is bad.  Tommy laughs and Eddie can’t tell whether he’s amused or angry. Andy and Anna both hold themselves stiffly and awkwardly. Eddie and Steve make uncomfortable eye contact.  “Bad luck, Steve! Then again you seem to be into freaks lately with the trombonist and all.” Buckley actually plays French horn, but Eddie isn’t going to dare to draw anyone’s attention by correcting Tommy right now. Instead, he just sits back with his arms wrapped around his midsection, feeling the anxiety rise in his stomach. There’s always been speculation about his sexuality. The fact that he’s into guys isn’t precisely a secret, but it’s not something he cares to shine a spotlight on. Especially in this group.  “What are you waiting for?!” “Will you quit being a d@ck? I’m not going to make anyone kiss me.” That’s a very chivalrous way to put it. “Stop being a spoilsport!” “Munson doesn’t want to make out with me, you pr@ck. Knock it off. Anna doesn’t want to play either. Look at her.” Not strictly true, but Eddie appreciates Steve’s intervention. Anna’s shoulders are hiked up to her ears. Eddie is more than a little uncomfortable himself. Even Andy and Carol look tense.  “Truth or dare?” Carol asks. “Dare.” “Fine, dare you to blow Munson. Since you’re so concerned about his comfort,” Tommy cuts in. Steve tosses his beer and flings his hands up in anger. Eddie feels his stomach churn, knowing this is taking a bad turn. Steve gets to his feet and turns to face down Tommy.  “You know what? I’d blow him before I’d shake your f@ck@ng hand. How the f@ck Carol can bring herself to get you off is anyone’s guess!” Holy sh@t.  Tommy’s face shutters. Carol’s head tilts to the left consideringly as though she secretly agrees with Steve’s assessment. Eddie struggles to figure out whether he’s been insulted or complimented. Whatever, he’ll take it as a win.  Steve storms off toward the lake.  The group sits in awkward silence for a good twenty seconds before Eddie rises to his feet and says, “I’ll go…check on him. Yeah.” It’s mostly an excuse to leave, but he does encounter Steve pacing angrily down by a group of canoes. When he sees Eddie approach, Steve’s expression shifts to a guilty one.  “Sorry. He’s so sh@tty. And pushy.” It’s late afternoon and despite the sun slowly approaching the horizon, it’s still light out. Harrington’s hair looks extra pretty in the sunlight so Eddie forgives him quickly.  “It’s not your fault. Besides, I think I can bribe Henderson to shoot him in the ass when the kids do archery on Wednesday.” A laugh bursts from Steve’s mouth. Henderson is their shared camper. Although he technically belongs to Steve’s group, Dustin snarks both of them in equal measure. The kid has a mouth sharper than the shiv that he whittled during wood carving class. Steve gave him an earful for that. Eddie secretly thought it was hilarious, but had stood behind Steve during the scolding, trying to look stern. The mischievous looks sent his way by Dustin likely meant he hadn’t pulled it off.  Steve lets out a long sigh and drags his hands through his hair.  “Do you want to go out on a canoe with me?” Eddie is surprised by the sudden offer.  “I just feel like Tommy is going to try and find me to start an argument if I stay here or go back to the cabins,” Steve explains, before extending his arms with a gesture and adding, “So, you know, lake.” Eddie chuckles.  “Jesus, ok. Fine. Lake it is,” he agrees. They’re both in their uniforms: a t-shirt with the words ‘Hawkins Summer Camp!’ written at a diagonal and some ridiculously high-cut orange shorts that Steve is pulling off better than Eddie. So it’s not like it matters if they get splashed with lake water.  They row the canoe out to the center of the lake. The water is placid and it feels oddly calm given what the situation they just fled from. The canoe is quite wide and has no real seats so there’s enough room for them to lay next to each other and look up at the blue sky. Although, their shoulders do end up pressed together, leaving Eddie a little too aware of the small space where their bodies touch.  “What happened with you and Tommy anyway?” Eddie asks. Steve lets out a long-suffering sigh.  “He wasn’t a jerk when we were kids. But he was such an ass to Nancy when we were dating. A huge part of the reason that she broke up with me is how my friends acted. And then he and I argued because she was right. I didn’t really like who I was when I was with them.” “And you became friends with Robin Buckley…how?” This time Steve grins.  “We were coworkers at the worst job ever. She’s awesome, right?” “What’s the worst job ever?” “Scooping ice cream at the mall.” “The place with the sailor suits?!” “The very one.” Eddie is aghast. All his posturing about not going to the mall because of consumerist b@llsh@t had cost him the chance to see Steve Harrington in a sailor suit. And to think he had just been trying to harangue Gareth into quitting his summer job so he had more time for brand practice. Unsuccessfully. Ouch. Not worth it.  Steve extends a hand toward Eddie. “What?” “Oh, like you don’t have a blunt and lighter on you?” Eddie glares at him for a moment, but then relents and lights one up. Steve grins and they pass it back and forth. “Buckley is gonna lose her sh@t when she finds out he called her a trombonist,” Eddie comments.  Steve cackles and when he does he leans into Eddie, shoulder pressing into Eddie’s bicep. The high has clearly taken hold of Steve quickly. He seems to be the giggly type.  After a moment of bashful contemplation, Steve says, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. About you. I was just trying to f@ck with Tommy. Sorry if it came off that way.” Steve has the kind of brown eyes that people describe as doe-like. Eddie is impressed that Nancy Wheeler had the strength to tell him off about anything. Eddie is generally good at dressing people down, but he’s not sure he would be successful if Steve threw a remorseful look his way.  “Never apologize to me for f@ck@ng with Tommy Hagan,” he replies before taking another inhale. The sun beaming down on the canoe has added a pink tint to Steve’s cheeks. Eddie wonders if the same thing is happening to his face. His first week here had been a crash course in the importance of sunscreen.  “I just- I’m not homophobic or anything. One of my friends is gay.” Steve’s expression is so earnestly worried that Eddie might think he’s a bigot.  When Eddie had told Gareth, his friend replied, “Is that why you didn’t finish the song yet? You’re lying in bed thinking about James Hetfield shirtless?” Eddie had thrown a guitar pick at his head in retaliation. So in comparison, Steve’s concern is pretty endearing. Despite the fact that he seems to be implying that he knows Eddie is into dudes.  “Me hooking up with Simon Neid in my sophomore year really got around, huh?” Steve sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and takes a moment to consider whether he’s made a significant faux pas while his brain is foggy from the weed.  “Was I not supposed to know that?” he asks. Eddie presses his hands to his face and stifles a hysterical laugh.  “I just didn’t want you to think I was like freaked out by the suggestion of going down on you and was gonna throw you in the lake or something.” “Harrington-” “Sorry.” “Stop apologizing.” “Ok…Robin says I talk too much when I’m high.” Eddie dissolves into laughter.  “But you know…pulling a senior as a sophomore is impressive,” Steve adds. “Thank you, I appreciate that,” Eddie says in return, amused, “And for the record, hearing you tell Hagan you would rather blow me than shake his hand is possibly the highlight of my year.” Steve grins in a way that reminds Eddie of Dustin. It was clear when camp started that they already knew each other and he can’t tell who inherited the other one’s mannerisms.  “It was pretty good, right?” Steve’s next joke makes a flush travel all the way down his collarbone.  “Sorry for the unfulfilled dare.” Ridiculously beautiful straight men shouldn’t be allowed to make flirty jokes with gay men in small towns. Or small boats. Eddie isn’t sure if he can blame Steve flustering him or the weed for loosening his tongue for what he says next.  “Well, if anything I owe you one.” “What?” Steve asks.  Eddie feels the blush burn his cheeks. Ah, why has he said that of all things? Yet, somehow he sees the train wreck happening in real time and can’t stop speeding toward the collision.  “Well, when people found out we hooked up, Simon acted like a jerk. He told his friends that I was super into him and he did it just to placate me. So I told him, ‘You didn’t need to worry about that. I was picturing Steve Harrington the whole time anyway.’” “Oh?” Steve says and Eddie watches the red flush climb up his face.  “Sorry, that was weird,” Eddie blurts out.  “No, it’s…I’m flattered?”  Steve can’t seem to decide how to school his expression and it keeps shifting, somewhat uncertain. Eddie wonders if Steve really will throw him in the lake now. Maybe Eddie will throw himself in the lake.  While Eddie is contemplating how long it will take to drown, Steve’s mouth opens and then closes again.  “Now, I know why Simon argued with the coach that I should be on the JV team. I stole his crush and didn’t even know it,” he finally settles on. “My bad. I didn’t realize I interfered with your basketball career.” “You know I feel kinda lame backing down from a dare,” Steve says, making eye contact with Eddie and tucking a curl behind his ear in a gesture that looks nervous at first glance. Eddie’s heart does a flip in his chest. There’s no way that Steve is coming on to him right now. They’re in kissing distance, tucked together in this canoe. It’s terrifying how close Eddie is to doing something stupid. “The part about throwing me in the lake?” Eddie says in a squeaky voice. “I don’t think that was ever a dare. I meant the bl@wj@b part. Plus I’m still a little p@ss@d about Simon claiming I would fumble a free throw,” Steve replies with a small hesitant laugh, still looking at Eddie with a flush on his cheeks. 
  Oh f@ck. Oh god. Oh my god. Holy f@ck@ng mother of…
 Is this a trap? Is he waiting for more concrete justification to throw Eddie in the lake?  “Are you serious?” “Um, when my friend came out to me, I thought…well, I wondered if I was missing out on anything. I’ve never experimented with a guy so…I’m kind of curious?” Eddie is about to spontaneously combust. Steve looks worried that Eddie is about to gently turn him down which is the most absurd thing possible and also adorable.  “Ok,” Eddie says with a breathless laugh, tossing the blunt overboard with a remarkably smooth flick of his wrist.  They stare at each other for a moment longer and then Steve surges forward and kisses him.  His lips are soft. So is his hair when Eddie gently and hesitantly rests a hand on the back of his head. Eddie still halfway expects him to pull back and say, “Actually on second thought, never mind! Kissing a guy is super weird,” so he’s surprised when Steve slips his tongue into the kiss instead.  Eddie indulges him and tangles their tongues together. It’s slow and exploratory. Steve’s hand rests on his neck, thumb stroking the skin below his ear. And of course Eddie wants to feel up Steve Harrington, but he doesn’t let his hands stray from Steve’s hair and face. The last thing he wants to do is startle him off.  Steve pulls away and clambers over Eddie to straddle his lap. The canoe rocks precipitously for a moment and Eddie grips Steve by the hips to steady him.  “Sorry,” Steve says with a small self-conscious laugh as his hands land on Eddie’s chest for stability.  His face is flushed and it’s cute. That’s the entire appeal of Steve Harrington, he’s cute. It p@ss@d off the other athletes at Hawkins High who didn’t understand why the girls swooned over his dimples and moles instead of their biceps. It’s what makes the teeny boppers at camp twirl their hair around him. And it’s what makes Eddie want to pin him to the floor of the canoe and see how far he can make the blush spread.  He’s pretty sure Steve is known for being suave with girls and wonders if the idea of hooking up with another guy is throwing him off his rhythm. Or maybe a canoe is just the not easiest place to make smooth movements and he’s embarrassed. Ironically, given the state of most of the boats at the camp, they’ve chosen quite a steady one.  Eddie pushes up on his elbows and then sits up with Steve still on his lap, wondering if he’s lost his chance due to a canoe-induced break in momentum. But when Eddie reaches back to pull his hair up with a tie, Steve’s eyes flick to his forearms and his hands slip down Eddie’s chest. Testing the limits of what kind of boldness Steve will tolerate, Eddie wraps an arm around Steve’s waist and places the other hand on Steve’s thigh. His skin is hot and sun-kissed. Eddie’s rings sprawled across the muscle of his leg make an arousing visual combination.  To his surprise, Steve leans in to kiss him again and his hands slide under Eddie’s shirt. His heart does a flip in his chest in response as Steve’s fingertips slide against his skin. They skim across his abdomen and dip lower, just past the waistband of his shorts.  There’s a moment of pause where the kiss breaks but they hover near each others’ mouths. Like an unspoken question.  Eddie’s answer is obviously a resounding yes. He leans back on his elbows and Steve shimmies down a little further toward the end of the canoe. Eddie hopes desperately that it doesn’t throw off the weight distribution into tipping them over. He’s never before considered who it is that manufactures canoes, but by god is he grateful for whoever created this one.  His heart thuds wildly in his chest while Steve looks up at him from under his lashes and shoves Eddie’s t-shirt up, dragging his mouth across the exposed skin. He has plush lips and Eddie feels a hot rush thinking about them wrapped around his c@ck. If Steve backs out now, Eddie is going to have to throw himself into the lake.  Eddie slides his fingers into Steve’s hair and thinks that he’ll probably never have someone this pretty between his legs again. This is a wild anomaly. A blessing from whatever summer camp gods thought Eddie deserved a reward for teaching twelve and thirteen year olds how not to die of exposure while camping. Maybe he inadvertently saved a life and this is the universe balancing things back out.  Steve tugs at the ridiculous orange shorts and Eddie’s boxers, pulling them down and freeing Eddie’s c@ck to the warm air. It’s a miracle that he’s only just perking with interest. Thank god. How mortifying would it be if his c@ck sprung free rigid and at attention after only a bit of kissing and the promise of Steve’s mouth?  He watches Steve’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Questions what he’s thinking about. Eddie knows where his mind would be if he had the chance to bury his head between Harrington’s thighs, but then Eddie is extremely f@ck@ng gay so that’s probably comparing apples and oranges.  Steve tilts his head, just slightly, lips parting as his tongue flicks out to wet them. Then he takes that pretty pink tongue and drags across Eddie’s c@ck.  F@ck.  Even if Steve doesn’t display immediate talent on his first try, Eddie is positive the visual alone will be enough to drive him over the edge eventually. Who even has eyelashes that long, really?  He starts out with exploratory strokes of the tongue and Eddie grows hard under the attention. When he presses a hard flick to the tip, Eddie feels it zing all the way up his pelvis. His mouth is hot and his face is flushed in an endearing way and Eddie can’t help but card his fingers through Steve’s hair and stroke his nails against Steve’s scalp, petting him like he’s an affectionate stray cat who inexplicably climbed into Eddie’s lap. Even more unexpectedly, Steve seems to like it. He leans into Eddie’s touch and his eyelashes flutter.  Eddie wishes he had been brave enough to try and strip off Steve’s shirt so that he could gaze at the tanned lines of Steve’s broad shoulders and the moles that dot his back while Steve goes down on him. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t stared along with all the girls when Steve stripped his shirt off and waded into the lake with his camper group on the first day.  Eddie feels Steve’s quickened breath against his c@ck while he pulls away for a second. But then Steve takes the dive and sinks his head down, inching Eddie’s c@ck into his mouth. It’s a little clumsy, but somehow that makes it hotter because clearly Steve has never gone down on a guy before and has to adjust to the feeling. And decided to try it on Eddie of all people. He feels his c@ck throb in response.  Steve tries to find a rhythm and gets a little carried away, sinking down too far and fast and making a small noise when he jostles his soft palate. Eddie is slightly above average in this metric and Steve is a f@ck@ng overachiever. It’s adorable. Eddie should have known.  He tugs on Steve’s hair lightly to pull him back off in order to force Steve to inhale. Then takes Steve’s chin in his hand and presses his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip when he thinks Steve is about to apologize again.  “It’s fine. Just slow down a bit,” he says with a small laugh.  It sounds affectionate and much steadier than Eddie feels. Then he tangles his fingers back into Steve’s hair. Steve sucks his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment, swallowing sharply. Then takes a breath and tries again. He takes it slower this time and Eddie can tell that he’s a little hyper-cognizant of whether or not he’s good at it. But after a bit the hesitancy fades and Steve finds a comfortable tempo.  Actually, he is good at this. Very quick learner, Steve Harrington.  The heat builds low and slow in his abdomen. Eddie’s fingers twitch in Steve’s hair and to quell the urge to buck his hips up into Steve’s mouth, he strokes his thumb across the shell of Steve’s ear and squirms his hips a little instead. He has a mole on the lobe of his ear, of course he does. Eddie wants to drag his teeth and tongue across it.  A wave of sharp pleasure rolls up his spine and Eddie swallows hard.  He runs his hand through Steve’s hair to encourage him to pull back and says, “Hey, I’m close so you should probably-” Contrary to Eddie’s expectations, Steve does not pull off. Instead his hand catches Eddie’s wrist as if trying to keep Eddie’s hand from pulling out of his hair and doubles down. His hand ends up pressed to the nape of Steve’s neck, fingertips tucked against the wispy ends of his hair.  He’s too distracted to hold himself up on his elbow any longer and lets his shoulders drop back against the canoe with a breathy moan. His hips twitch without his permission, wanting to roll forward into the warmth of Steve’s mouth. Eddie is hovering on the edge here, unsure if it’s better to try to pull Steve off or risk coming in his mouth.  It’s the contemplation that does it really. Eddie’s body makes the decision for him. He lets out a shaky gasp as his head tilts back against the wood of the canoe and goosebumps climb between his shoulder blades. His fingers curl and clutch at Steve’s hair while he comes. Eddie presses the back of his fist against his mouth as his eyes clench shut.  
  Oh. F@ck. 
 For all of Steve’s confidence moments before he does sputter and cough a bit before swallowing and wiping a hand across his mouth. Eddie won’t forget that image anytime soon. Steve’s lips are swollen and his face still has that lovely flush to it.  Eddie pulls his shorts back up and is surprised when Steve lays back down beside him, their shoulders pressed together. His heart rate doesn’t get much chance to recover because Steve, gorgeous and warm and flustered beside him, reaches down to yank his own shorts out of the way. His c@ck is hard and arching against the skin of his stomach. Steve wraps a hand around it and lets out a small stifled whine from behind his teeth, wrinkling his nose cutely. He strokes himself quickly like he’s been hard for a while and is desperate to get off.  The whole beautiful sequence of motion only takes a few seconds and then Steve seems to remember with sudden clarity that Eddie is pressed to his side and watching him. He flushes a deeper red and stutters. “Uh- is it fine if I-?” Steve waffles, unclear on the rules of engagement. As if offering to get Eddie off as a curiosity drew the line there and no further. It’s the most ridiculous question Eddie has ever been asked because he’s never even going to watch p@rn again after this. There’s no point when he has this memory of Steve, wrapping a hand around himself eagerly after letting Eddie come in his mouth. Eddie is impressed that he manages to shift Steve on his back underneath him to the center of the canoe without flipping them both out of the boat, but the summer camp gods are f@ck@ng shining upon him today.  He wraps a hand back into Steve’s curls and kisses him again, tilting Steve’s head back to deepen the angle at which their tongues brush. And pulls Steve’s hand away by the wrist and wraps his own around Steve’s c@ck. Steve moans against his mouth and his hands flutter for a moment, not sure where to rest. Then he buries his fingers in Eddie’s hair.  Steve’s c@ck is hard and slick in his hand and Steve doesn’t pull away so Eddie takes the chance to finally press his mouth to Steve’s neck. Steve arches underneath him and makes a breathy noise.  He releases Steve’s hair and slips a hand under his shirt, pushing it up and sliding his fingertips across Steve’s side. Steve’s hips squirm in response. He comes apart remarkably fast under Eddie’s hands. The keening moan he makes while he shivers makes a hot flush run up the back of Eddie’s neck in response.  They pull apart and settle back into the canoe side by side.  Either all the after school specials are true and the weed has finally gone to his head or Eddie just hooked up with the prettiest, most unobtainable boy in eighty square miles. In a canoe, no less. Eddie looks to his left.  Nope. Steve Harrington is still there, having neither vanished into thin air or thrown Eddie into the lake. Which feels improbable, but nonetheless there is he is, shiny hair and cute moles and cheeky grin and all. What the f@ck.  Tommy Hagan, eat your f@ck@ng heart out.'
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