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Friday, January 15, 2010

"No maybe you're right," he interrupted her, his mind throwing up images of Kylie, dredging up memories of his initial devastation when she'd jilted him, and the gradual realisation once the shock had worn off that it was only his vanity that had been bruised, not his heart that had been broken. "I don't think I have."

Until now.

Staring at Grace's delicate pale fingers, stretched starfish wide over his own, Jimi slowly raised his eyes. And it was at that moment at excatly 5 minutes to nine East Coast time, in the middle of a crowded manhattan restaraunt, surrounded by the electric din of stroopy French waiters, clattering cutlery, chattering diners and a forties swing band, across a white linen tabecloth, smeared with ketchup and mayonnaise, and littered with whilte floury crumbs of French bread, Jimi Malik took one look at Grace and, for the first time in his life, fell totally, utterly, and helplessly in love.

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"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore i do not run like a man running aimlesly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after i have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize."
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