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“It’s the way he had a cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up. It’s the way he turned on his laptop especially for me to look up all my Internet horoscopes and helped me choose the best one. He knows all the crappy, embarrassing bits about me that I normally try to hide from any man for as long as possible… and he loves me anyway.”

Quote by Sophie Kinsella

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Sophie Kinsella
Sophie Kinsella

Sophie Kinsella is a renowned British author, born on December 12, 1969. Her works are known for their humorous and light-hearted style, which has won the hearts of readers. Her most famous series includes 'Shopaholic' series. more

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