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When I was younger I thought I was special. Destined to achieve something extraordinary.
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I live in London and write things using words. PR by day, crime-fighter by night. Generally misanthropic, always pithy. And modest.
When I was younger I thought I was special. Destined to achieve something extraordinary.
"I thought I'd lost you," he whispered to his carton of milk that wouldn't expire for two more days..
Whenever I've been back visiting my family for the weekend I get homesick when I leave. I think about them all the time but rarely get homesick unless I've been back...what's that all about?.
Toast is like life. Oft got without merit and lost without deserving..