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Dorian West - Chapter 2 The taxi driver was not English. This was normal. He didnt speak English too well. This was also normal. He was speaking very fast in his own language now. This was slightly unnerving, but still, not out of the ordinary. He was now beginning to flail his arms almost mindlessly at Don. This was not normal. Well, not on this planet anyway.Dorian West - Chapter 2 by ~Nixemus
He tried to protest. He tried to explain that he had nothing to do with the engine, indeed, he wasnt even the one driving the cab at the time.
It was all lost on the taxi driver.
Just when Don thought his number was up, a tatty red VW Beetle pulled up just behind them.
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Dorian West - Chapter 1 When he stepped off the train, it was raining. Typical. It always rained here.Dorian West - Chapter 1 by ~Nixemus
It was only to be expected. He had spent about three years living near glorious sunny beaches, nice ones at that; doing the things he loved and being paid for it and generally a enjoying a stable economy that allowed him to live a far better quality of life than Britain ever would have allowed.
However, now was the time to report back to his parents and karma evidently thought now was a good time to balance things out.
He had only brought the things he needed the most: Laptop, PS3, some t-shirts, a pair of jeans, a pair of shorts, deodorant and his wallet. Some
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