Listen up, darling, your chum’s having a right old barney and, like a blooming martyr, you’re gearing up to dive in, shoulder to shoulder. You’ve been down this rickety road before, haven’t you? But, oh no, you won’t learn, will ya? By the time the sun’s done a runner, you’ll be as knackered as a flea-ridden mutt after a marathon. Try your hardest not to let your bleeding heart syndrome muck up your own tick-tock. Lucky tip for you: “Don’t throw pearls to pigs”. Now, I’m not saying your mate is a pig, but remember, you’ve got your own pigsty to sort out. Don’t let your energy be sucked drier than a nun’s nectar.

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