It Did No Good To Cry, She

What She Had Realised Was That Love Was That Moment When Your Heart Was About To Burst.

I Abhor Crime Novels In Which The Main Character Can Behave However He Or She Pleases, Or Do Things That Normal People Do Not Do, Without Those Actions Having Social Consequences.

He Often Wondered Whether It Were Possible To Be More Possessed By Desire For Any Other Woman. The Fact Was That They Functioned Well Together, And They Had A Connection As Addictive As Heroin.

Plague Might Be A Social Incompetent, But He Was Unquestionably A Genius.

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