Ms Dogwood was on fine form this morning.
Of course she had packed her bag last night, she assured me, so therefore her hairbrush must have escaped of its own volition. Of course her room was tidy, she assured me, and the stack of videos teetering in the middle of the floor didn’t count because they were stacked neatly and she was going to sort them out when she had time, and no, she hadn’t had time at the weekend because she had been busy with other things on the computer.
Aren’t teenagers fun?
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