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I cannot hold it anymore.

I hate that jacket he has. Like… with the fury of a million suns.
I hate it.
I think it’s those things that hang? What are those called in English? We call them calamares. Like… squid. And I hate those things.
I hate that jacket.
Someone please PLEASE give him a new one.
Without a hood. It should be illegal to cover that hair.
I swear if I ever go to London I’ll bring him one of ours (we have the most southern city in the word, we know how to wrap up in some parts of this country)
And I will DEMAND that he burns that ugly thing right there.
And I will dance around it.