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All I want in life is another kiss on the cheek from him. Swoon, swoon. I love me some super-effeminate, be-eyelinered British boys who can sing, play guitar and fit into my clothes. Raju, I may have to give the purple feather coat to him... I know he'll wear the fuck out of it.
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