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Tatler (2007)

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“Alright, Harrington. Strap in, because Metalhead 101 with Professor Munson begins now.”

Steve doesn’t point out that he is already literally strapped in, given that he is in a moving vehicle and his seat belt is buckled. Instead of snarking back, he just rolls his eyes as Eddie fishes a tape out of his beat-up backpack and shoves it in the beamer’s stereo.

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