Chapter Twelve - Gadgets are Toys For Old People

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This weekend felt like the longest, worse after Martha left. I didn't call her, I couldn't put myself to doing that. I was scared a bit that I'd push her even further away. 'You'll be okay..' "What are you? Five?" Christopher laughed, 'Oh come on... She knows you're crushing on her. So what?' "So there's a chance that I have lost my job. You do know that her husband is capable of doing so." 'What do you think she did? Ran back home to her husband and they laid in bed after some heated love making session with each other she whispered that the hot babysitter she has is crushing on her? No way..' "I hate you Christopher... I really do and why on earth did I even tell you that?" ' Because you love me and can't live without me.' "I need to go Chris.. You suck by the way." It was Monda

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