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       Chapter 45

       Chapter 46

       Chapter 47

       Chapter 48

       Chapter 49

       Chapter 50

       Chapter 51

       Chapter 52

       Chapter 53

       Chapter 54

       Chapter 55

       Chapter 56

       Chapter 57

       Chapter 58

       Chapter 59

       Chapter 60

       Chapter 61

       Chapter 62

       Chapter 63

       Chapter 64

       Chapter 65

       Chapter 66

       Chapter 67

       Chapter 68

       Chapter 69

       Chapter 70

       Chapter 71

       Chapter 72

       Chapter 73

       Chapter 74

       Chapter 75

       Chapter 76

       Chapter 77

       Chapter 78

       Chapter 79

       Chapter 80

       Chapter 81

       Chapter 82

       Chapter 83

       Chapter 84

       Chapter 85

       Chapter 86

       Chapter 87

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      model [mod-l] noun, adjective, verb

      1 A standard or example for imitation or comparison

      2 A representation, generally in miniature

      3 An image to be reproduced

      4 A person whose profession is posing for artists or photographers

      5 To fashion something to be like something else.

      ORIGIN from the Latin modulus: ‘absolute value’

      

      

y name is Harriet Manners, and I am a girlfriend.

      I know I’m a girlfriend because I can’t stop beaming. Apparently the average girl smiles sixty-two times a day, so I must be statistically stealing somebody else’s happiness. I’m grinning every thirty or forty seconds, minimum.

      I know I’m a girlfriend because I’m giggling at my own jokes, singing songs I don’t know the words to, hugging any animal within a hundred-metre radius and twirling round in circles with my hands stretched out every time I see a small patch of sunshine. Thanks to my brain drowning in the love chemicals phenylethylamine, dopamine and oxytocin, I’ve basically morphed into a cartoon princess.

      Except one with an astronomically high phone bill and a tendency to look up ‘symptoms of being in love’ online when her boyfriend isn’t looking.

      Anyway, the final reason I know I’m a girlfriend is this, written on the inside back page of my new bright purple diary:

      I did it, obviously. It would be a really weird thing to doodle on someone else’s private stationery. There’s a sketch of me and it’s timed and dated to commemorate the precise moment – four weeks and two days ago – that Lion Boy and I became an official item.

      That’s right: Nick and I are finally a proper duo.

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