To share life with a best friend and a lover would be true bliss; but what is a lover when passion, desire, intimacy, equality, trust, compassion, and yearning are withheld? A friend I suppose.
My Suit is a strongly stitched sheath embroidered with prudence having long sleeves of sarcasm and calloused cuffs; buttoned with bursts of laughter and tied at the waist with a belt of hesitance; an outrageously fun outfit tailored by tomfoolery.
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