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The profound squeakings of The Grand Shrew
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Sexy red sateen basque...or chainsaw? |
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“You bought him what?” exploded my friend incredulously whilst simultaneously spraying the top layer of her cappuccino at me in a rather undignified way, her cup being at mouth level at the exact moment she bellowed. |
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Would you trust this man? |
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Consider how differently we would behave to our lovers and partners, if getting the next one was dependent on a reference from one or more previous ones. |
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We had an earthquake this morning! Don’t worry (in case you were), not of the severity that demolishes buildings or that is life threatening, but enough to make my heart lurch into my mouth... |
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As some wag once said, “That old devil called love – if I could find him I’d probably kill him.” Remember the feeling? You look innocently into a stranger’s eyes, fall hopelessly in love and, in a heartbeat, your life is no longer your own... |
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...wasn't something I wanted to be when I grew up.
A few years ago, my group of close friends and I were going through that “all men are ----- s who needs one anyway?” disillusioned-with-love phase... |
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