Seven years ago, when I started this journal, my life was shit. I had been forced out of the house I'd shared with my wife of nine years, and was living alone in the cheapest flat I was willing to move into. I had fascinating neighbours of the "Gosh it's a good thing you're not going to let an attempted murder conviction get in the way of a
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