I have decided my family tree isn't even a bush. It's a tesseract. My day began crawling out of bed at Alastair's, (who briefly dated Kelly, one of Antony's co-workers), stealing a pair of his pants, coming home, slipping on the corset Antony gave me over one of his left-behind shirts, then taking part in my godmother Silva and her partner Amber's ( Read more... )

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