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Not in a fucking Aberdonian forest in the arse end of January she doesn't.
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It honestly would not surprise me if a rich woman was forced into marrying a complete bastard by a manipulative mother, who then dies of a strange illness and she then falls into the arms of a ruggedly handsome farmer who seems a bit mad, but only because he is socially awkward around attractive women who won't stand up for themselves.
In January.
In scottish woods.
Sorry WoF, your love life isn't that original
