Jake felt the mayonnaise and prawns mixing unhappily with the whisky and wine in his stomach. Christ, he hoped she’d get a move on to Brighton and wouldn’t hang around. On the way up, it licked Jake’s face. Rupert turned to Helen, holding out his hand.
f the drive at night, and the huge luminous Moggie Meal Cat symbol outside the front door which winked and mia ”“If it is, I’m off. “Yes, he is. “She can have my bed in the lorry any time, as long as I’m allowed to share it with her.
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