Sleep in the River retailer

retailer On the twenty-eight of March, nineteen hundred and forty-one, Virginia Woolf filled her pockets with stones and walked into the River Ouse. She drowned. Video of the incident isn't available on YouTube; she was no Paris Hilton. Her stream-of-consciousness novel, Mrs Dalloway, is superb. Failing that, there's a hell of a short story in The Mark on the Wall. 'Get a life,' nobody ever said to Virginia Woolf.

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