Literary Mugs
Gifts for readers and book lovers, with bookish humour and a few well known lines
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Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly texted "here".£12.95
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Buried her alive. My bad.£12.95
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Invite me in. It's not that deep.£12.95
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The course of true love never did run smooth. It ran to voicemail.£12.95
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I doomscrolled, weak and weary.£12.95
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Please, sir, I want some more. Also the wifi password.£12.95
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Two. Three on a good day.£12.95
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Is this a dagger I see before me? No. It's my phone. It's 2am.£12.95
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Call me Ishmael. Actually, text.£12.95
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Left him. Took the kid. Took the paintings. Slay.£12.95
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that he is not going to text.£12.95
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Got a painting to do the ageing. Skincare routine.£12.95
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Elementary, my dear Watson. It was the boyfriend.£12.95
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My kingdom for a charger.£12.95
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'Tis better to have loved and lost than to be stuck in the talking stage.£12.95
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Et tu, Brute? Screenshotted.£12.95
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Split the bill.£12.95
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Mr Collins slid into my DMs. Via my mother.£12.95
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If music be the food of love, play on. Not that one. Skip.£12.95
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Heathcliff came back rich. Glow up.£12.95
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Alas, poor Yorick. Left the group chat.£12.95
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The lady doth protest too much. The lady has receipts.£12.95
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Made a man. Ghosted him. He took it badly.£12.95
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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, rich and delulu.£12.95
