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“Hello. You there, with the emo fringe and appalling dye-job. Wait up. Oh come on! Surely you can hear me. Do you not have a sensitive bone in your body?”

My fifteen year-old nephew, Zack. Of course he is insensitive. He’s a teen. Fine, just get in the damn car and go. I’ll walk shall I? I’ve heard of being late for your own funeral but this is bloody ridiculous!

Ooh, no problem, Auntie Sadie will do. That zimmer slows her down. I’ll just have to put up with the smell of...