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i'm reading 'kill your friends' by john niven
[because of the witty little hand-written note left by it in waterstone's by some guy, possibly named joe]
and three pages in i can't help thinking of james:
like all the girls who work here – apart from nicky, our head of international, who is so ugly it actually makes me angry to have to be in the same room as her – rebecca dresses just the right side of prostitution...
