Book 10 - Chapter Twelve
I’m literally dragged down the aisle by my arm, until we are lost within the stacks where Maxine finally lets me go and steps back, waiting expectantly. I look up and down the row of shelving in front of me, immediately out of my depth, what the f***k does a kid want for Christmas? Most of the gifts I buy for people need a shot glass to go with it, and I’m pretty sure Darcie will not approve of me buying her son some sort of raspberry flavoured spirit as a gift. I take another cursory look before I grab an oversized stuffed polar bear from nearby, that’ll do for the first one, every kid loves a stuffed toy, right? I turn around, grinning with pride to find Maxine staring at me, one eyebrow raised. ‘Who is that for?’ she asks quietly. I look down at the bear again, my grin slowly slidi
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