"Hey, dad, I'm going to the Blacks to see jacob after school, do 당신 think 당신 can organise your own dinner?," i asked when in my rush down the stairs. I was running late for school again.
I hope that charlie understand that when i said organise, i mean order 피자 not cook, i want to come 집 to a house, not ash.
"Ok Bells, One cheese 피자 should be enough" he snickered. Charlie had been given days off from work lately, for his back. He fell while taking out the trash. It was then when i realised that my clunsiness was in fact gene related.
i scuffed over to his side, struggling to get on...
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