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I eat vinegary chips on a seaside pier before riding on the back of a scooter, with my arms tightly wrapped around the waist of my very own ruby-lipped, angel boy.
Sigh.
Y’see, dreaming, wishing and hoping are my most favourite of all past times.
In fact, every night without fail, I wish upon the sparkliest star in the inky, midnight sky. I wish that when I wake up, my life would become the sugary sweet, candy-covered movie that it really ought to be.
It will happen. It has to happen. Lullah said so.
Chapter Six (#u14a6954e-9287-59d5-afd9-a2c70183c111)
Seriously, who needs a summer of re-invention when you’ve got a whole Audrey back catalogue to catch up on?
Surprisingly, as much as I heart Audrey, I’ve never watched Funny Face. In fact, my entire love for Audrey is based purely on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and while personally, I think that’s more than justifiable, I’m all about expanding my Audrey knowledge, which is why I’m kinda glad that Lullah had no room for the box set in her filled-to-the-brim luggage.
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