Halfway through the novel, I had mentally recast myself as a beautiful young heiress with an impossibly flattering wardrobe, a seaside estate and a devastatingly handsome duke who found me irresistible.
Then the microwave beeped, and I remembered I was standing in my kitchen wearing an old oversized T-shirt and reheating my coffee.
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