Craig Whenever I visit home, my nanny never fails to pump me up with food, fruits, and lots of greens. I don't know if she’s trying to kill me with food, but she makes sure to dish out a sizable amount of food and watch me finish it. "Eat up. You need all the iron you can get," she said, sitting opposite me and sipping her ginger tea. I groaned but I knew better than to argue. "Yes, captain. Just so you know, I'm not eating this because I want to, but because you're forcing me. That reminds me, my friends are coming over later in the evening. You need to cook up a storm." My nanny rolled her eyes. She wasn't a fan of my friends. To be fair, she wasn't a fan of anyone except me. While I was rounding up my lunch, I heard my nanny and the chauffeur, Dimitri arguing as usual and headed to the living room to watch them because my nanny often used the most profane, old-school rejoinders like lackey dog, wanker, and baloney to insult the poor guy and in turn, Dimitri called her flanne
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