I saw the reluctant smile break out on Tarin’s face. ‘Of course I still love you, you minge. Here.’ She angled her wrist and tossed the origami bird towards me. It landed, small and delicate, safe in my lap.
Amusing email exchange: trying with my editor to find an American-friendly alternative to 'minge' for the US edition of BBT, Fragile Like Us. Being published in America is a dream, but it's a wrench losing beloved Britishisms in translation!
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