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Henry steps forward, and Oscar looks him up and down- the Burberry bag, the cooler on his shoulder, the elegant smile, the extended hand. His dad had been confused but ultimately willing when to roll with it when Alex asked if he could bring a friend and casually mentioned the friend would be the Prince of Wales. He's not sure how this will go.
"Hello," Henry says. "Good to meet you. I'm Henry."
Oscar slaps his hand into Henry's. "Hope you're ready to fucking party.
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