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Once I'd read it, there was no holding me back. In a group therapy session I used 'schism', 'scion', segue' and 'sciatica' in the same sentence. Then I tossed in a casual 'Do you think my dirndl the epitome of chic?', which must have made the others a bit jealous because they voted I be transferred to the psychiatric ward.
But he hasn't given up, and he doesn't want you to either. So here's something to help you feel better along the way. Hilarious proof that no matter how confused, frustrating and messy your life is his is worse! Back to the top of the page |