The Boy

He broke my rules. He came round, took his pants down and completely shat all over my rule book. Yet, I feel a sense of loyalty towards him. He can’t be in this blog. He was a Oscar de la Renta sequin dress (a true classic) and the rest of the catalogue of men on the blog are at best rags donated to the local Oxfam. He was everything and more: he was infinity. 

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