He stood up and walked over to the window. He looked down at the street, scratching the base of his spine with his thumb.

“Look at ‘em,” he said. “Goddamn fools.”

“Who?” said Ginnie.

“I don’t know. Anybody.”

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I went to see an open air play of Pride and Prejudice on Saturday. I must be the perfect receptor for fiction, I'm so gullible. I've read the book sooo many times but I still sat there and thought 'But they've made Mr.Darcy so horrible, I couldn't possibly like him!' and then 'well' and then 'oh actually he's quite nice ( Read more... )