9 years old

I was talking about my lifeplans with my friend Owen

Margot and I are going to have a penthouse in Paris.

After a couple of years we will split up and go to separate apartments next door and marry different boys.

Owen said “Who are you going to marry?”

I thought “I know where you’re going with this and I’m not going to answer that.”


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