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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
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  6. Glossary of Dialect Terms
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

I WhatsApped her a selfie of me and Jack just to prove it. He was making a funny face that was not funny. He looked like a wanker pretending to be a wanker. A selfie never lies. And she was like: Wat was it like? And I said: It was ew n he’s a shit. She said: ☹. I said it was OK because I preferred her and she replied: Hehehe ☺. So then she wanted to know the gory details, about where he put his hand and some other more personal things. I said it was all a bit meh. I told her how fast he was and she quoted me back the same song. He’s just a sensitive guy. I answered the other questions too. Then I told her that he wanted to go home as soon as he realised I wouldn’t do it and she said: I knew hed be like that. total fucking buffer.

And I did too. But I replied, Harsh hehe.

The last thing Holly texted before we said our goodnights was: Sleepover tomorrow night? Tell me all about it? And I said: Awesome girl. Then it was goodnight and sleep tight and the rest of it. But the one thing I didn’t tell Holly was that Jack asked me if my brother could sell him hash. I said he’d have to ask him himself. He said, They say the Ballyshane guy has the best of it, that’s where Tony gets it. It was news to me. All of it.

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That night Tony knocked on my door very late. I was already asleep and by the way he was knocking I guessed my parents were asleep too. He came in and I made room for him in the bed. The last time Tony was in my bed we were like babies, I was six and he was ten maybe. I could smell drink on his breath but I don’t think he was drunk. He made himself comfortable, with his back against the wall. He was fully dressed. I could smell cigarette smoke from his clothes. I legit hate cigarette smoke, especially the used version. But he’s my brother.

He didn’t say anything for a bit. I knew he was working up to something. Like the last heart-to-heart I had with Tony I was probably two and a half. It was funny really.

What it was, he wanted my advice. Like MY advice? Me the walking catastrophe, with the emphasis on the ASS. He should or he should not tell Dad?

I gave it some thought. After a bit he’s like: Suzy are you asleep?

I said, I’m thinking.

Well you fucking sound like you’re asleep.

Harsh. How could I be talking to you if I was asleep?

You could be talking in your sleep.

I hit him but it didn’t hurt. He said OW anyway just to please me. Aw. Big brothers.