Seattle is a more solid place to me than Vancouver, no matter that I'm sitting in it. Here, I'm not real yet. I'm in a miniskirt, army green under black lace, way too short, and a black shirt, lace at the cuffs, ruffles down the front, both borrowed. I look like myself, but not at all. I'm feeling happy, content, surrounded by seventies decor. It
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