Last Chance

It’s my sister’s wedding tomorrow and I’m staying at her flat with Harry tonight. We’ve been having a laugh and excitedly getting everything ready. I made signs for the cake table using foam letters, but I kept sticking them on my head.

When Fat Sister opened the door to me, I ticced “We need to talk about your bad decision.”

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