'Is that my phone?' Mum asked, in a terrible panic. 'What's it doing?'
My dad was using it to time a boiled egg. My mum had seen the timer and assumed it was some sort of self-destruct countdown.
Very unfortunately, my housemates have insisted on introducing me to Gossip Girl. We're in the second series, I think. I managed to remain emotionally
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