I saw a book by Danielle Steele at the bookshop today. The title was "IMPOSSIBLE".
I thought of the all the rich, tall, dark, handsome italians/doctors/architects/artists that have thrusting manhoods and fall in love with heaving bosoms and breathless moans and thought to myself,"Aren't all your books?"
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