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love, rosie 343FOR OUR GRANDDAUGHTER,HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!TO KATIE, LOTS OF LOVE,GRANDMA & GRANDDADFOR MY GIRLFRIEND,HAPPY SWEET 16!LOTS OF LOVE,JOHNTO KATIE,HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU PAIN IN THE ASS, ANOTHER FEW MONTHS ANDTHOSE BRACES WILL BE OFF. THEN I WON’T BE ABLE TO TELL WHATYOU’VE EATEN FOR DINNER.TOBYFOR MY DAUGHTER,CONGRATULATIONS KATIE, HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN!I HOPE JOHN DOESN’T TRY TO KISS YOU!LOVE, DADDear Mum and Dad,I’m never speaking to Rupert again. Sweet sixteen my arse.Katie demanded that I give her the money that I would have spent on herpresent, so that she could go into town and pick her own clothes, which suitedme fine because then I didn’t have to bother spending sleepless nights trying tothink of the “perfect” gift that she would inevitably hate and hide under herbed. Anyway she walked into the flat, hand in hand with the big friendly giant(John), beaming from ear to ear so I immediately knew something suspiciouswas going on. She lifted her top, lowered her trousers an inch, and there it was.The tattoo from hell.An awful-dirty-disgusting-very ugly-I’ve-just-realized-I’m-beginning-tosound-like-you-motherkind of tattoo. It sat there on her hip bone sticking itstongue out at me.