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Virginia Woolf - Then may I tell you that the very...

Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia...' Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women. (Virginia Woolf)

Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia...' Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

Virginia Woolf

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