And just like that, I lost one of my favourite earrings. I was out and about, so there’s no way I would be able to find it. So bloody stupid and sad.
On a brighter note, I was going home and there was that one young gay man (somewhat flamboyant, I dare say) who was running and talking on his phone, and I gave him some space on the narrow Cambridge street, and he quickly responded, “Aw, thank you, Queenie,” and, basically I will be her until the end of this day, I guess.
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