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that aren’t from a foreign country. I love them too. If you
run into Taylor Swift sock her in the snatch for me! I know you love her and
all that shit, but every time she’s on screen she’s so happy. I need her to
stop it! Life isn’t that great.

 
    I laugh out loud at the text I read. I
didn’t name her this in my phone, by the way. She did. She gets a kick out of
her problems.

 
    Me:
    I love me
some Tay Tay. NO I WILL NOT ASSAULT HER! But I will hug and kiss Beyonce so her
halo can bless me. Brangelina is overrated. But still my fantasy ménage a
trois. And shutup. Life is great and you know it.

 
    New York. I’m transferring here from
London because I just needed a new scene. There isn’t a special reason why I
wanted to move to New York; I just knew I didn’t want to live in L.A. — too much sun, too much blonde — or any other city in America, so New
York it is and Columbia is a great university. I want an adventure. A real
adventure would probably be traveling the world, but for my parents’ sake, I
will finish school first. I’m going to be staying at Ms. Eleanor’s until the
school term starts. I have only met her once during the summer I spent with my mormor in her villa in France. Her and
Ms. Eleanor became best friends through mysterious circumstances they said. Ms.
Eleanor left quite the impression when I first met her. She was just like my mormor — eccentric, full of life, and a shine to
her, but a bit screws loose. My mormor ignored it. She always saw the best in
people. This trait of hers is what saved me. She always saw the best in me even
when I never saw it in myself. I always found it shocking that my mum turned
out the opposite, but Mormor told me that she wasn’t always so free. “So
there’s hope for you yet, darling,” she said to me when I was eleven and
noticed I was becoming a real spoiled bitch. She actually called me that, but
in the sweetest way. I miss her. I miss her every day and in return my heart
hurts a bit every day, but as she would say, “The wind always blows.”

 
    HUGO

 
    No one ever truly cares about the bad
things they have done, especially when it provides them with something good. I,
on the other hand, just don’t care. I am guilt free, but Brook — she isn’t.
    “You missed a button,” I point out while
she gets dressed. She quickly looks down, her brunette hair falling around her
face and shoulders.
    “I’m late,” she says as she re-buttons
her blouse.
    “Don’t worry, I’m sure your husband and
your marriage counselor won’t mind your late arrival,” I say, lighting up my
cigarette.
    “Yeah, well, I need to go home first and
get dressed. These are the clothes I wore yesterday and he saw me before I came
here.”
    Brooke Winston is the wife of Gregory
Winston and daughter of Gordon Bigford, the CEO of BGE, one of the largest
energy companies in the U.S. At thirty-one, she has two kids, a shih tzu named
Brutus, and has had five nervous breakdowns in the last six years. We started
sleeping together two months ago. The usual failed marriage story — she found out Gregory was screwing one
of the four babysitters she had taking care of their kids. It’s a tale as old
as time. Husband cheats, wife either accepts it leading to a life of turmoil or
fucks someone herself , like the
pool boy, bellhop, his brother or — like her
best friend and her two first cousins — me.
    “Okay. Call me later?” she asks as she
looks at the mirror fixing her bed hair.
    “I never call,” I say, coldly. I never
understand why women ask me this question with hope in their voice as if there
is a chance I would call.
    “Well then,” she says softly, clearly
hurt by it. It’s one thing to get treated like shit by your husband but another
by your lover too. “I’ll call you.” But it never stops her from coming back to
me. She turns around and smiles. I don’t smile back because personally I rarely
smile.
      “Tell your husband and his