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“You listen to me, you daft cow. You are not boring. If you were we wouldn’t be friends. You’re funny and clever and, yes ,okay, you’re a bit of a dingbat sometimes but that doesn’t make you boring. The fact that we never know what’ll come out of your mouth actually makes you interesting. Now, that’s the end of that.”

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Michele Gorman
Michele Gorman

Michele Gorman is a renowned author whose works span across various genres, including novels, non-fiction, and children's literature. Her books are appreciated for their profound insights and rich imagination. more

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