Page 84 of Things I Overshared

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Ohhhh

So basically your worst nightmare.

Indeed.

Well, if you need a buffer, I volunteer as tribute.

Buffer?

They’ll be so busy wondering who I am and why I’m there.

And as you know, I can be quite chatty.

Then voila, you can just fade into a quiet corner until it’s time to leave.

It would not be a pleasant experience for you.

It’s talking with a new group of people over a fancy dinner—where do I sign???

Ha.

Plus, I think I can hang when it comes to talking about family empires, don’t you?

You really would do that? Even if it’s horrible?

What are friends for?

I’ll think about it. I’m not sure I can throw you to the wolves.

Just call me Little Red Riding Hood.

Didn’t she almost die??

Moving on!

You come back to England

Work for dear ole dad

Then you’re with Chelsea Fancypants

Then you flee to New York.

Bad breakup?

I didn’t flee.

Is she still in love with you too?

No.

I’m happy to take another 1Koff your hands.

It’s getting late.

[Grandpa emoji]

Am I right though, bad breakup?

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