The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4
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I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.
I always knew I had no small talk, and now I know I've got no big talk either.
It has just been on the news that a man has been found in the Queen’s bedroom. Radio Four said that the man was an intruder and was previously unknown to the Queen. My father said: ‘That’s her story.
I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet. I still can't think of anything to say so I am going to sleep.
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