and the list goes on


Reason 983.475.698.743: I can wear trench coats. It’s raining, the temperature is right and I finally rescued my favorite trench coat from suffocating in moth-repelling balls. I took it out for a walk today and I felt so stylish I could barely stand it.

It’s actually my mother’s coat, handmade sometime in the 70’s, with cool collars, big silver buttons and the richest military green you’ve ever seen.

And yes, I was singing in the rain while walking downtown to meet Fred, hm, I mean Will.


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