The penis ballerina
Pancakes. A day too soon but still delicious.
‘Why were you on your knees, Michael?’
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This sign.
He text me.
Speaking to dad.
Seeing his nephew run into a bush.
Meeting a feminist, socialist, environmentalist who also wants to own an organic campsite. We are one person.
Speaking to my mum.
