Just an image to show how we feel tonight...breaking our own heart feels the same as someone else doing it for us; like our heart is trapped.
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Addressing the Issue of Frank The Origins, History and Life Stories of Frank, from 'Just Call Me Frank: One Womans Endeavour at Being Fank
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There's lots of stuff to read round here, we're gonna get back to writing tomorrow.
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