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I started of with that little bit, then began to attack my keyboard and piece together words. Then I got bored and left what's left in a jumble.
I would jump in with, "Still a better love story than Twilight" but I think I'd rather say: Still more worthy of being a bestseller than Fifty Shades of Grey.
