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“I still can’t believe you’ve kept it a secret for this long.” Naomi held a red balloon, about to blow it up. “Are you sure your parents don’t suspect?”
Hannah shushed her best friend, pulling her into the old man’s side of the pub, away from her mum and dad, who were busy talking to Eddie. “Keep your voice down. Mum’s got hearing like a hawk. And no, they don’t suspect anything. Why should they? It’s not like I talk about him all the time to them, is it? That’s why I have you.”
Being only her nineteenth birthday, the balloons her mum bought simply said, Happy Birthday. Last year, instead of a big party, she’d had a quiet birthday with a few friends at a restaurant. This party would make up for it.
“Sure, you can always talk to me, you know that,” Naomi said, tying the balloon.
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