On Wednesday evening Nikki and I had planned to see My Sister’s Keeper. I had wanted to see it for ages. I decided read the book first hoping that if I knew the story I hoped that I might not embarrass myself as much by crying hysterically in the cinema. When I finished the book I was left sobbing at three in the morning so I was preparing myself to be strong.
In the end we didn’t even get to see the ruddy film, thanks to Harry Potter mania we couldn’t even get in the building. Everyone was acting crazy we even saw a woman standing in a parking space trying to save it for someone she was all like “you aint taking my parking space bitch.”
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