Emma Townshend: "It's pouring out there - and it couldn't make me happier"

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It was an argument, on the face of it, about an umbrella. Most of the arguments I've had in my life I probably forgot about two hours later. Challenged at a distance to supply the reason why I yelled myself hoarse/ ripped up the photos of the night we met, I'd be in trouble. The umbrella argument, though, I recall as if it had happened a week ago.










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