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It’s Oscar Wilde, so I daresay it has its merits (his supposed deathbed line, ‘This wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. Either it goes or I do,’ is undeniably good),
It is.
but he was also an educated white man, so the bar for genius isn’t set impossibly high here.
Loll!
Never yearn for the light that some men will shine on you for the briefest of moments. Snuff it out instead.
Amen sister.
He stumbles slightly as he sits, and I make a point of looking impatient as he opens his briefcase and pulls out some notes.
I understand what you're saying but do you really want to be an arse to your lawyer???
Horace is some kind of hotshot QC (he put me on to Thorpe, so I guess I’m just as guilty as Jimmy when it comes to celebrating the middle-class connections that his parents gave us) and holds monthly dinners where he invites ‘interesting young people’ to come and talk about world events.
Okay Harry Potter…
Never trust an artificial redhead – their need to be different and interesting marks them out as neither)
Okay, rude! I can't bleach mine anymore!
Caro didn’t strike me as needy. She didn’t give off the desperate vibe that so many high-flying women do who really yearn for a good man and a chance to endlessly look at paint samples for the vintage dresser they bought together.
Does she prosecute her in the end ????
Instead, I watched her. And I learned four things: Caro had a raging eating disorder Caro had a not insignificant drug habit Caro flew into rages with Jim which often became mildly physical (from her side) Caro was desperately unhappy
He told her. Of course.
What a twat! Why??? What good does it do?
Caro fell off that balcony all by herself, her thin little body unable to cushion her fall. She was dead within seconds. I told you I won. That is, of course, until I didn’t.
How was he not watching???? Like you know they hate each other… you're going to let Grace bring her outside????
I don’t believe in God, but I swear sometimes I think that Kelly was sent by some vengeful angel to piss me off. If an all-seeing deity really does live in the sky, then bravo for conjuring up a suitable punishment for my actions in the shape of Kelly McIntosh as a cellmate. Kelly is bent over her foot, filing her toenails on my mattress. There are nail clippings on my bed.
Omfg no
Ms Bernard,
Grace Bernard; mc
‘Thank you, Grace, I know you must be tired. I’m just going to run through some questions and then we’ll let you go. You must be longing to get home.’
Wait. Did HE set her up on purpose?????
and Monaco was tiny, roughly the size of Central Park,
I didn't know this!
I saved the photo, and sent it to my real phone. Might as well keep it in case Pete had a crisis of conscience.
That's wild. A naked photo of a minor????
The manicurist painted my nails a deep red, the same colour my sister was having applied. There’s nothing frivolous about these small rituals that women all around the world indulge in – they’re a brief escape from the labour we take on. A tiny respite from a society which forces us to carry the emotional labour and carve out a professional path, while showing that we’re not too emotional. Nail varnish is not vapid. It’s a lacquer, a protective layer.
Thank fuck for Jimmy.
Really though ?
One day eight months in, I woke up and did 500 pushups.
Okay… thats insane
She pulled out her secret phone and started typing, presumably looking to alert her slum landlord friend to a possible new tenant before I talked her down.
She's sharing your secrets, love
My name is Harry and I am your brother.
Same father, but that’s probably obvious.
My parents had two daughters after me. There was a fairly solid age gap, five years between me and Molly, and another two between Molly and Belle.
It was Mum; her name is Charlotte, by the way – everyone in the family calls her Lottie. Dad had had a heart attack and she was at the Royal Surrey Hospital with my sisters.
He died before I arrived.
It was my aunt Jean. I call her my aunt, but really she was just my mother’s oldest friend.
I borrowed your lighter once at the pub around the corner from your office.
Cheeky bloke!
facsimiles
I don't think I've ever read this word and its comes up so frequently
I thought I was the son of Christopher and Lottie Hawthorne and I knew what that meant.
But I’m being totally honest here, and it’s not like you can do anything with this so I have the freedom to be blunt.
Was he his assistant?
Do you remember me looking you up and down, our hands brushing?
Wowwwww
texted me with much excitement when she realised that you were writing down your life story. She read it of course, I’m surprised you were so careless.
Truly. Me too…
Don’t worry about Kelly, I’ve paid her handsomely, so I’m confident she’ll leave you well alone.
Lol what
Hey roomie! It’s Kel. Hope the outside world is treating you well. Call me, there’s things we need to discuss. Don’t even think about ignoring this, I know where u live, LOL. PS – my mum loved the spoon but she was confused by the marks on it. I wasn’t though! I’ll keep it safe. Miss u! Xxx
Lol this dumb bitch
