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I Loved Him, Officer. More Than Any Woman Ever Loved An Egg.

The Goliath Corporation Was To Altruism What Genghis Khan Was To Soft Furnishings.

I Could Almost See Common Sense And Denial Fighting Away At Each Other Within Her. In The End, Denial Won, As It So Often Does.

What Is There To Forgive?. . .ignore Forgive And Concentrate On Living. Life For You Is Short; Far Too Short To Allow Small Jealousies To Infringe On The Happiness Which Can Be Yours Only For The Briefest Of Times.

Fiction Wouldn't Be Much Fun Without Its Fair Share Of Scoundrels, And They Have To Live Somewhere.