Girl, Going on 17 by Sue Limb6/9/2023 It was immensely cunning of you to compare her to Jane Austen, you ruthless charmer!" But even my mum seemed to tolerate the idea. "I sort of hoped that Dad would be OK about us. "Yeah, it was a brilliant holiday," sighed Jess. I was expecting him to horsewhip me or throw me into the sea." I was astounded that he accepted me as your. "His shouting fits can cause structural damage." "I hope I never irritate him," said Jess. Powell, universally known as Irritable, would be their new head of year when they got back to school tomorrow. "You'd probably choose Irritable Powell," said Fred thoughtfully. "If you were looking for somebody to play God in a bad mood, Dad would be the last person you'd choose." "Your dad is just about the least commanding guy I've ever met." Jess located it on her mobile and handed it over. "Did your dad send you a Commandment today?" asked Fred. Everything was just about as perfect as it could be, except that they had to go back to school tomorrow. A cute dog had visited them and refrained from pooing. They'd shared a chocolate ice cream the size of a small piano. They'd worked a bit on their latest script, based on the Queen delivering her Christmas message as a rap artist. Fred and Jess were sitting under their tree in the park.
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