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Marvin jumped into the same lake later that day breaking his ankle and thus
preventing him from having to go to work. Maybe he was older than me but he
sure as fuck was dumb. He might of meant to do it or not but the result doesn’t
consider the intention.
I wasn’t a doctor though and I doubted that he really had broken his ankle, it
was more than likely a work shy excuse. He probably sat around with his
underage girlfriend, plying her with drink and concocting his story while biding
his time until he copped a cheap feel in the ‘romantic’ moonlit setting.
Young love, another idiotic thing we must all survive.
Chapter 18
The next two weeks passed by with unusual normality. I was getting used to
Polish culture and behaviour, work was functioning seamlessly and me and Elly
were like an old married couple. I had a plan in mind, I wouldn’t broach the
subject of moving back to England full time until Elly had gotten comfortable
with my family.
I knew she was scared about going back and she told me that Polish women in
England were either baby sitters or waitresses. She missed out the third category