"Hmm, no knitting, no yoga, and you don't want to do any of that fancy learnin'," she says, putting on what she thinks is a relatively good impression of an American accent. "What about... becoming a food blogger. Ooh, no, I've got it. Conflict resolution. I see you've got a real future in that."
She takes a drag of her cigarette, managing to look almost posh while she does, which is a feat for a girl who grew up in a caravan park, and she once again blows the smoke out the side of her mouth, away from Billy.
"Matchmaker?" she asks. "You could run a meet and greet for all the single and lonely people you know. Pair up someone like Ethan with a nice girl, preferably one who has razors stored in her vagina."
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She takes a drag of her cigarette, managing to look almost posh while she does, which is a feat for a girl who grew up in a caravan park, and she once again blows the smoke out the side of her mouth, away from Billy.
"Matchmaker?" she asks. "You could run a meet and greet for all the single and lonely people you know. Pair up someone like Ethan with a nice girl, preferably one who has razors stored in her vagina."