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Laughter Always Forgives.

Money Doesn't Mind If We Say It's Evil, It Goes From Strength To Strength. It's A Fiction, An Addiction, And A Tacit Conspiracy.

Everyone Is Right Up There At The Very Brink Of Their Pain Limit.

Often It Doesn't Occur To You What Kind Of Novel You're Writing Until Quite Late On.

People Are Always Talking On Their Phones, Or Looking At Their Phones, Because They Don't Want To Be Alone With Their Thoughts.