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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave If someone had asked him about his dreams on the morning of the barbecue, he would have said that he didn't want for much, but he wouldn't mind a lower mortgage, a tidier house, another baby - ideally a son, but he'd take another girl no problem at all - a big motherfucking boat if it were up for grabs, and more sex. He would have laughed about the sex. Or smiled at least. A rueful smile. Maybe the smile would have been exactly halfway between rueful and bitter. - Quote by Liane Moriarty

If someone had asked him about his dreams on the morning of the barbecue, he would have said that he didn’t want for much, but he wouldn’t mind a lower mortgage, a tidier house, another baby – ideally a son, but he’d take another girl no problem at all – a big motherfucking boat if it were up for grabs, and more sex. He would have laughed about the sex. Or smiled at least. A rueful smile. Maybe the smile would have been exactly halfway between rueful and bitter.

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