Mome is where the heart is
I met Valentine pressed up against a bin in East London at around one in the morning. Actually, that’s not quite true. It was up against a bin I first kissed Valentine. It was in a pub—the Globe and Artichoke—after a fashion show, us both wearing summer hats twinned with big gin grins, I first…
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