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#1 I was often found sleepingwalk- ing in the middle of the night, crawling backward down the stairs to get to the front door. I was living in an attic apartment made up of a series of former maids’ rooms.
#2 I was six years old when my parents divorced. I went to a new school, and became best friends with another little girl, named Asia. We learned to read and write together, and explored the neighborhood. My mother and I had no one to keep an eye on us at home.
#3 My father made a few brief appearances in my life. On his return from a trip to the other side of the world, he popped over to our apartment to wish me a happy eighth birthday. He brought me the convertible Barbie camper van that all little girls my age dreamed of. I was thrilled with it.
#4 After my parents’ separation, I saw less and less of my father. He would usually show up for dinner at expensive restaurants, and would sometimes slip a banknote into the elastic of a waitress’s panties or brassiere. I would wait for him, often half an hour late.
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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview:
#1 I was often found sleepingwalk- ing in the middle of the night, crawling backward down the stairs to get to the front door. I was living in an attic apartment made up of a series of former maids’ rooms.
#2 I was six years old when my parents divorced. I went to a new school, and became best friends with another little girl, named Asia. We learned to read and write together, and explored the neighborhood. My mother and I had no one to keep an eye on us at home.
#3 My father made a few brief appearances in my life. On his return from a trip to the other side of the world, he popped over to our apartment to wish me a happy eighth birthday. He brought me the convertible Barbie camper van that all little girls my age dreamed of. I was thrilled with it.
#4 After my parents’ separation, I saw less and less of my father. He would usually show up for dinner at expensive restaurants, and would sometimes slip a banknote into the elastic of a waitress’s panties or brassiere. I would wait for him, often half an hour late.
© 2022 IRB Media (undefined): 9798822502758
undefined: 21 май 2022 г.
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