Could you go away please? I want some time on my own.
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“essentially a literary gossip column” – CK Stead, 18 April 2010
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2 comments:
Your daughter's name wouldn't be Greta Garbo, by any chance?
No, but there does seem to be a Swedish element there.
Which maybe explains why she loves Abba.
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