It's okay. I just still have my moments. Andrew found me in the walk-in closet crying for no reason yesterday. I just... started. I'm fucking damaged, Iz. I hate it. I'm mental.
You've had to go through a lot on your own... You're not damaged. You've been through trauma. Does that mean you won't want to go shopping, then? On me?
Only if you promise to stop me before my broken head automatically veers towards the baby department, the pharmacy, the supermarket or the big undie aisle.
Fuck, am I supposed to give Jimbo his money back? I never thought about that before. Too busy trying not to smash the bloke's face into the nearest wall.
It's just sitting in a bank for Jamie. I haven't touched any of it. Yeah, but come on. Jim isn't going to let a woman keep him. He's loaded in his own right. Do I give him his apartment back?
That'll come in handy. Especially given school isn't cheap anymore. That's what Fi was saying, anyway. And she's got three kids. I guess not, no. Where's he living now?
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