That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. — Nick Hornby, About a Boy
That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. — Nick Hornby, About a Boy
That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. — Nick Hornby, About a Boy
That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. — Nick Hornby, About a Boy
That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. — Nick Hornby, About a Boy
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That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

— Nick Hornby, About a Boy
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