I spilt coffee down my white chiffon blouse and a cute boy laughed at me during the process. I sat in Queen Street Mall with two of my favourite human beings and made prophecies about the future. I wined and dined with the bourgeoisie and later I am going to look at Christmas lights in the 'burbs.
The cute boy's eyes were green and in my head I named him William.
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