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That's the exact feeling I'a married woman, whose husband beat hi on This story is nothing new Ever since he was fifteen, Robert's been getting himself into all sorts of deplorable situations omen

Sasha's just coossip coluood use – sort of It's been awful not having her around these past twelveto stay with her for the su y when I co to be my “Su to it

Other than working part-time in an Italian wine and cheese restaurant, I'll be as free as a bird to enjoyas a wine and cheese restaurant – this is the kind of job an arts graduate can expect to get nowadays, by the way, and the higher end of the spectrum at that)

Anyway, I'm what you would call a perennial student I love to study and research a topic that excites me until I can't keep my eyes open and fall asleep, more often than not at my study desk Basically, I'e, but I’ve never told anyone about it I don’t want to be a super-fa that I want to do, if only once A bucket-list item, if you will

“So anyway,” says Sasha “Robert caht to lick his wounds Oh, God, Lana, you should have seen the pathetic state heblack eyes on him”

I snicker down the line “Damn, I'm so annoyed I missed it He would have hated to have me witness him all beaten up”

“I know!” she laughs

Sasha understands that Robert and I have always been at loggerheads She also knows that her brother's an arsehole, but since he's fa is, I haven't laid eyes on the guy more than a handful of times in the six years since he ency, and yet oes to sho intensely we hated one another Not to mention the fact that Sasha always seems to have some new scandal to tell me about him, so it's alh he isn't It's a strange sort of torture

When I was a teenager, I was skinny as can be Top that off with braces and a head of starkly red hair, and there were endless ways in which Robert could make me feel like shit I've since filled out and lost the braces I've also coh red hair can turn you into a pariah as a child, it's actually soet older

“Anyway, enough abouttrip next week?” Sasha asks

I plonk down ontoa fuss over ements have been made”

I live in a house of worandrandine ile than I actually am That's what happens when you're the short one in a faet labelled as the baby Alison is only sixteen, and already she towers over me