In a Sense it’s Not Unlike Proust’s Madeleine

Kyle MacLaughlan accurately portrays the beautiful, wound-y wasp-y Sunday mornings of Plumcake’s childhood.
Papa can you hear me?
Add a handful of elegantly sloshed old women in St John separates holding nine irons and bloody mary’s…well, it’s enough to make a girl misty.

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