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Tom’s POV

I don’t see why they’re all laughing. It was painful. And it was so her that woke me up. I don’t know how she got a nose bleed. I didn’t punch her! I went upstairs to slip back into bed only to see the biggest patch of blood you have ever seen on the covers. And the worst part of it was we didn’t have any spare, and the drier had broken.

‘Great look what you did now! We have no quilt.’

‘Dat, wobn’t by fauld! Du pit by dose!’

‘But I didn’t mean to hit your nose. And it is so your fault!’

‘How ib id? Id wab du!’

‘Seriously, how was it me?!’

‘Becube…du pit be! Jub, wad ‘em!’

‘We can’t ‘jub wad ‘em’ because we haven’t got a drier.’

‘Tom, just wash it then we’ll umm…’

‘We’ll hang it out of one of the windows to dry while we’re driving.’

‘Isn’t that like illegal or something?’

‘I don’t know. We’ll find out!’

Georg came down holding the covers. He looked puzzled as to why they were like that. Until he looked over to Bill and Emily. She also had blood all down her top. And the jacket I lent her! Oh well, I have like a crazillion anyway.