Baby Blue

Oh hello, you.

You pretty young thing. So spritely and vaguely Lolita, yet grown-up all the while. You’d take me from weekend sleepovers to work to looking vaguely put together for a date afterwards, all in one fell swoop. By making yourself available, you’ve become indispensable. If I had you in that pretty baby blue, black, cognac and cream, would I need anything else?

What? You say greed is a deadly sin? Bah hum-bug, Dante’s Inferno sounds like an adventure for a girl like me, anyway.

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