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chapter 11.
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Obviously not. Amber had slapped Danielle, great. This girl gets fucking crazier. I wanted to go home, I wanted to go back to mine and Stefan’s flat in London. I actually wanted to go back to work and university. It was Saturday morning, we’d been out here for a week and it was driving me insane. I can’t handle this vicious circle. So I told Stefan, he completely agreed. The next free flight to Gatwick was Monday night. We booked it; we booked a taxi to the airport. Now all me had to do was endure two more terrible days in Turkey. Stefan told the others, no one cared. That Saturday was boring, Stefan and I just spent all day at the beach and the evening in town. There was nothing interesting to do. We were just sat around bored out of our brains. There was a feeling of relief when Monday finally rolled around. We packed our stuff, and headed back to England. Praise the mother fucking lord. It had been and eventful and challenging holiday. I’d hated it, but I shall never for get it.
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