My new priority
Can’t blog.
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Been to Waterstones.
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Diving in with some confused, mixed up feelings…
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Much sadness.
Much much sadness.
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Some hope.
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And a stinky big fear of impending disappointment.
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Actually I’m shocked at just how emotional I’m getting at the thought of even opening it.
I’ve been side-swiped in mid-post by an utterly overwhelming swell of sorrow.
Sorrow that this book has been written.
Because of who didn’t write it.
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Fuck.





