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IN THEIR 1980 SONG OF THE SAME NAME, THE J. Geils Band sang, “Love stinks,” and boy, they weren’t kidding. In love, there are no guarantees. Infidelity, free-floating resentment, mutual loathing, gard

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I adjusted my red spotty headband. Was it too young for me? Or did it suggest I was ‘young at heart’? My confidence was feeling bruised after what my son Dylan had said… ‘You know you’re too old to be

IT’S ONE THING for two guys to click in bed. Quite another to make it on the road. For six weeks I’d been sharing a single bed with a hot scientist in the middle of England. Was it too soon for Paris?

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