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Julian Barnes, Before She Met Me (1)

He ought, of course, to have suspected something earlier. After all, Barbara knew that he hated the cinema. He hated it; she hated it: this had been one of their first courting bonds, twenty years ago. They had politely sat through Spartacus, occasionally rubbing elbows in a fashion denoting awkwardness rather than desire, and had read more »