Good news, my parents now think I am a respectable human being and that I have social skills. Bad news (for them), they can't actually use it as ammo in passive-aggressive competition with neighbours.
What can I say, kid? You're looking at the newest member of the Ministry. Couldn't let you get too far ahead of me. Shall we celebrate with coffee and icecream when you get off the train?
Just a reminder that if you're feeling lost and needing some "helpful" advice, send me your Aunt Meg queries! I promise there will at least be something useful in the responses.
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