Everybody's favourite pretty boy. Destined to die young in a dizzying array of dancing delusions.
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Boyfriend: I want to see you dressed as a schoolgirl. Yours truly: I am a boy...Boyfriend: I said what I said. On an unrelated note, does anybody know where one buys fishnet stockings?
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