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About to have some yummy sushi with Charlotte.

Brooklyn shoots – and comes – for me.

“We are never unfaithful, we are just sometimes faithful in ways we don’t like.”

Giving Cleo some options as to how to earn some information about our upcoming date.

In which I, maybe?, get caught stealing an unwelcome glance.

A suspension of paeans, and a replacement of them with wisdom from others.

Sometimes, I imagine I’m invisible, silent, unnoticed. Sometimes, I’m wrong.

What shame is to me.

Cleo doing work for me.

The carrot is the stick.