Diary Of A Crush: French Kiss (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
Everything. Not how things tasted and looked and felt; all that travelogue malarkey. But the important stuff. What was said and done and every nuance and inflection of the saying and the doing. Just so I have proof that I was there and it wasn’t a dream. Although I guess at times it seemed more like a nightmare. And now everything’s different; things can’t go back. It’s like I’m not the same person any more, I’ve changed in all sorts of huge, important ways. But if you looked at me, you wouldn’t necessarily be able to tell. Plus there was serious shopping. So I’m going to write it all down now. In one go. And I’m not going to skip bits. Friday So it started like this. One minute I was looking at the clock and it was four in the morning, the next I could hear my mother yelling at me to get up. ‘Go ’way,’ I groaned, burrowing further into the pillows. ‘Edith!
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