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First published in Great Britain by Harper 2015
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780008163327
Ebook Edition © November 2015 ISBN: 9780008165284
Version: 2017-05-24
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Contents
New Year’s Eve
Doesn’t everyone wish they could go back in time and change the past?
First, I’d do the world a favour and kill whoever invented the front-facing camera on the iPhone; second, I’d try to convince the parents of some of humanity’s worst offenders to use more advanced family planning methods; and third, I would never, ever have kissed that man.
Or possibly any men. Just to be safe.
It had been the most ridiculous six months on record, not only of my life but quite possibly ever. I wasn’t sure if there was a way to check against everyone else’s cockups but my list was pretty impressive as far as I was concerned. Yes, there had been a lot of fun parts. Hawaii, Milan, New York, Nick … but dear God, the mistakes I had made. And, as Amy always said, there was no ‘clear history’ button for your heart. Actually, Amy always said there was no clear history button for your vagina but still, the sentiment was the same.
But there I was, against all the odds, standing in a dressing room, wearing a dress I never thought I’d wear, minutes away from changing my life for good.
No pressure, then.
‘Is it too late to elope?’
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