00:00Hi, guys. Before I begin, just a quick reminder.
00:03Honestly, this story has nothing to do with me.
00:06It might have happened to you, for all I know.
00:08So relax.
00:10Here's how it went.
00:12There's this guy in a small suburban pub just outside London.
00:15Dim lights, sticky tables,
00:17and a jukebox that only plays sad 80s love songs when you don't want it to.
00:22He spots the girl he's secretly adored for ages.
00:25Heart pounding, hands shaking.
00:27He looks like he's about to propose to destiny, or pass out.
00:32He marches up to her and announces, dramatically,
00:35Claire, I must tell you the truth.
00:39I am madly, hopelessly, disastrously in love with you.
00:44The entire pub goes silent.
00:46Even the dart players freeze mid-throw.
00:49Claire blinks twice and says,
00:51Oh, uh, that's very flattering.
00:54But honestly, I only like you as a friend.
00:57A friend.
00:58The most lethal F-word in romance.
01:01The bartender gasps.
01:03Someone drops a packet of crisps.
01:05An old man in the corner whispers,
01:07Not again.
01:09The guy's soul leaves his body.
01:11He falls onto the barstool like a Shakespearean hero meeting his tragic fate.
01:15The bartender, trying to be supportive, says,
01:18Don't worry, mate.
01:19It could be worse.
01:20The guy stares at him with the eyes of a broken poet.
01:24Worse?
01:25How?
01:26The bartender shrugs.
01:28She could have said she loves your brother.
01:31The guy freezes.
01:32She does love my brother.
01:35The bartender slowly slides him a pint and says,
01:38Right, this one's on the house.
01:40You've suffered enough.
01:41Have a good job.
01:57Have a good job.
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