It’s a well-known fact that owners are like their dogs, you can usually spot it a mile away. Now I’m starting to realise that Muggles embodies both my looks and personality. I’d never really contemplated the idea before. But as I’m sitting in a hotel lobby in Cornwall with my dad, Lola and Liberty, it becomes crystal clear.
He’s a bit like I was in my drinking days when I would arrive at a party looking like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, but soon turn into a monster. His drug of choice is food, but his single-mindlessness and desperation for a fix visibly all-consuming.
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