We decided to meet each other  somewhere in Chelsea. I remembered it was getting late, and I’d already saturated myself with wine. I was covered with an invisible blanket that filled me with warmth, confidence and felicity. Every step I took, my smile grew wider, and my hips swayed farther. It was the first week of june, but it was not very warm out. I felt daring in the nearly see-through shirt I was wearing, but very comfortable in my […]

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