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It Seems That One Moment I Was This Little Kid Only Caring About Animals And Flowers And Stuff, And Then The Next Minute I Was This Raging Stew Of Hormones. I Don't Know If You've Ever Been A Raging Stew Of Anything, But I Wouldn't Particularly Recommend It.

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Julie Burchill

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It Seems That One Moment I Was This Little Kid Only Caring About Animals And Flowers And Stuff, And Then The Next Minute I Was This Raging Stew Of Hormones. I Don't Know If You've Ever Been A Raging Stew Of Anything, But I Wouldn't Particularly Recommend It.

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