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your sartorial opulence arrests me, mijn geliefde - but i am learning. when i pull pants that look like pajamas out of the drawer to wear to work, i think you'd cringe at my weak monday patterns, incredibly unconventional for the modern world. i look at you: torn up jeans with indigo embroidery and a crisp white tee shirt and very nice leather loafers! i'm intimidated. i look again: you smile at me and at my weak monday patterns and at my pajama pants for work. "mijn geliefde," you said with a softened gaze with no cringe.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
mijn geliefde (i)
your sartorial opulence arrests me, mijn geliefde - but i am learning. when i pull pants that look like pajamas out of the drawer to wear to work, i think you'd cringe at my weak monday patterns, incredibly unconventional for the modern world. i look at you: torn up jeans with indigo embroidery and a crisp white tee shirt and very nice leather loafers! i'm intimidated. i look again: you smile at me and at my weak monday patterns and at my pajama pants for work. "mijn geliefde," you said with a softened gaze with no cringe.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
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