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Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Jojo Moyes

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Jojo Moyes
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 4
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Pauline Sara Jo Moyes
Always
Suspects
Men
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Somewhere
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Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ? She taps the side of her head. Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.
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