[ Johanna looks up from placing the last candle, making sure it won't fall over, and takes a deep breath. Christ. What does this kid like? What a mess. He needs a hippie who wears loads of silk scarves and smells like potpourri. Or maybe a ketamine trip. Something.
Well, he's got her. She shrugs. ]
It's like going to the dentist, luv. You've either got to muscle through it or we call it off here.
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Well, he's got her. She shrugs. ]
It's like going to the dentist, luv. You've either got to muscle through it or we call it off here.