/"Nana!" she inadvertently blurted out.
"Ella....Patrick." She said, eyeballing them both with a grocery bag in her hand./ -> I guess Joe’s completely lost his job of entering in the most inappropriate moments. Oh well, nanas are pretty British.
Oh, poor Ella. :(
"But, ....kids don't understand that! ....They're just living and next - BAM! It's like it all blows up in your face and you have all these decisions to make and you're barely able to decide whether you want Pop Tarts of Count Chocula for breakfast, never mind deciding which parent you're spending Christmas with or which school you wanna go to!" She spilt out. -> Thanks for bringing out empathy in me, Katy. Sometimes I think I forget how to be human.
Patrick is incredible in this story, dude. He puts the gold in the leprechaun’s pot. Or something like that. ;) I really love his character.
OREOS! DoJhuggage
The Queen of Ambiance rules again. Arpee, of course.
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BTW it's the cream in the oreo's that makes it what it is....That's Biscuit's gold right there....