Bøker av Jamie Imlay

Then, there was the tired babysitter standing behind a stall, saying'good girl' or 'you're okay' while her friend puked in the toilet withsplattering sounds and a smell of rotten eggs.And lastly there was me, wishing I could snap my Ungers and Myback to bed, where my snacks and feel-good sitcoms awaited. -nfortunately,tonight wasn't one of those nights.