You know you really love someone when you still love them at their worst. To still love even when the girl is without make-up and an underwire, or when the boy has no product in his hair and no clothes on his back... (or is being sick out of the window of your car). The same can be said of where you live. I fully realised my love for Nantes tonight. It was a dark, cold and wet night, and I still walked home smiling.
I'm also enjoying the bountiful selection of fur and sheepskin on offer this season, but guys, it has to said, any man in a sheepskin coat is only ever going to end up looking like this..
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