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Yesterday i bumped into an old friend, let's call her Purple Neck. She'd either got a bit frisky with the Dyson, been attacked by Vampires (in which case, i would ask her to kindly point me in the direction of Edward Cullen), or she was playing rough with her fancy boy. I guessed the latter was true. I thought once you reached 15 your days of being covered in hickies were over. Apparently not. I mean she's in her 20's for Christmas sake!