’ ‘You mean twenty pence?’ ‘Twenty pounds, silly!’ She glanced at the back of the shop to ensure we were alone and her voice dropped. ‘You...won’t regret it, I promise.’ ‘But I -‘ Rachel put her hand on my arm. ‘Please, Tony! I haven’t sold a thing all day. Just for me? Please?’ If she’d offered me a plastic statue of Adolf Hitler at that moment I’d have bought it, so I paid my twenty quid – and here it was. A ratty, battered, fugly, expensive jug: my very first antique. I picked it up and turned. It was as if he had never seen me before, he didn't recognized me, he loved the way I looked, and yet it was the same old me, the same little girl that he chased so many times, knock to the ground, and tickled and squeezed my belly until he made her fart, loudly.We had a wonderful time at the Prom. I think we danced just about every song the band played. He didn't want to let go of me and he looked so proud and distant when his friends would walk by and say "where did you find that hottie?" He. More

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