Book 10 - Chapter Eleven
It’s Christmas Eve, I’ve borrowed my mother’s rediculously small car, and like some sort of f.ucking i***t, I am now navigating my way into town to try and find things that my brother, sister in law, nieces, nephew and mother will not pull politely disappointed faces while declaring them 'lovely' tomorrow. Everyone in front of me is driving like my grandma . . . not Gigi, she drove her car like speed limits were optional. The woman also didn’t seem to think that there was a difference between the road and the sidewalk, we took out a few trash cans when I was a kid and she’d take me and Elliott out with her, I’m not one hundred percent sure she had a licence if I’m honest . . . No, I’m talking about my other Grandma, I could walk faster than she drove and it looks like everyone out today t
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