I caught myself saying the other day that once this is over, no matter where I’m invited, even if it’s by people whose company I don’t enjoy, to places I don’t like, I will go. I can’t take the thought of sitting indoors any longer, restricted by law and fear. While I was thinking about …

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After two weeks of lounging around the apartment in my sleepwear, I caught myself thinking, What’s the point of being a fashion designer? About then, my unshaved boyfriend sauntered over to his PlayStation wearing the T-shirt from last night, and my flimsy cotton shorts. He even wore them to the apartment gate to get groceries, …

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