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Trust your gut. When something’s up, you know. Don’t ignore those spidey senses.
‘I gave him my heart to hold in his hand,’ she went on, ‘and he held it carelessly. He didn’t care if he dropped it, or crushed it, or if it got squashed up against one of the other hearts women gave him to carry.
‘Don’t be sorry. Just don’t let this be you. Don’t waste the best years of your life on a man who’ll only ever love himself. Don’t let it destroy you like it has me.’
a cloud passing over the sun on an otherwise perfect summer day.
A twatbadger, a cockwomble, a dickbiscuit.
He is a miserable piece of knobcheese
