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October 23, 2015
In a dream, there is a boy who only wears bespoke suits. His favorite color is blue. The darkest, inkiest shade of the night sky. He wears pomade that has a distinct smell, you will know he's nearby if you smell it. He doesn't speak...just...stands there with both hands in his pockets. Stares you down, but is gentle about it, and then you'd know what it is he wants. His pants drape on his shoes in the most elegant manner. In this dream, he is every girl's dream, but here, he is the master of elusion and charm.