Gemma Atkinson is the hot dog to our crispy onion, the horseradish to our rare beef.
She's is our day, our night, our mid-morning and our sleepy mid-afternoon.
She's our freshly ironed shirt and our gently crumpled jean.
She is landing on the moon in a Fiat Tipo and curing cancer using Kellogg's Frosties. And not even bragging about it.
She is life, death, creation and destruction.
SHE IS THE ONLY THING THAT TRULY MATTERS IN THIS CRUEL WORLD OF TERRORISM, LIES AND FLAT CHESTS.
Which is why this gallery is like an antidote to the world's problems.

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