Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

My love for Sharon was like a mental illness

And then I returned my attention reluctantly to this unhappy, tattooed, self-absorbed, orange-fingered, sexually incontinent, bottle-blonde English woman to whom I was horribly enslaved...

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