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“Bloomy Kiss” by Eugenia Loli
At a party the other night,  a friend of mine shared her recent experience while traveling abroad.  She described a dreamy Frenchman named Ludo–a real gentleman–who passed every test and said all the right things.  The girls around her hung on every word. Then, she said he kissed her hand.
And the ladies went wild

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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