Carrying Ro.
Gelato.
Alan socks.
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Corinne’s nipple spraying a little fountain of milk
Dark chocolate gelato
Getting back to the hostel and having a shower and washing my hair.
Miro giggling on the swing.
Salted caramel gelato.
Jana and Charlie. And them saying I would be invited to any type of civil partnership party. It felt really nice to be told I meant that much to them.
A sunny day in Milan with trams, Japanese food, a big hipster market, gelato, pizza, foot peeling masks, dogs, cats, Love is Blind Japan, a new jacket and custard filled croissants.
Three little things 