I didn't like anything about myself - my looks, my personality. I was very, very angry.
I hadn't accepted he was seriously ill. The idea that someone so close to you couldn't wake up was utterly incomprehensible. Then the doctor came in... Maurice had no brain left. There wasn't any activity at all.
Individuals who are out there to make transactions with pay-per-tweets, it's a turnoff for their fans, rightfully so.
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