Mutti came into my bedroom to get Libby out of my wardrobe. She’s made sort of a nest in there that she says is a tree house.
Over the shouting and biting I said to Mutti. “Do you think you could ask Dad if you and he could club together to let me have some money for breast reduction surgery?”
It took her about a year to stop laughing.
It’s pointless asking for money. I can’t even get a fiver out of Dad for some decent lip gloss He would never give me the money. Even if my breasts we so big that i had to have two servants called Carlos and Juan to carry them around for me.
- Georgia Nicolson

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