bijou he kinda makes you feel like you are not really in this place at this time, yknow? like, he must belong in a day that is at least thirty or forty years ago, at a full service filling station on a dusty highway in the middle of kansas... or a cold boston street with his jacket collar flipped up to cover his neck, leaning against a brick wall with one foot crossed over the other. his hair is short on the sides long and curly-floppy on the top and it wiggles when he talks or moves his head. he wears rock-star sunglasses and i bet he drinks soda out of a glass bottle with a straw. i'm naming my first child remi. 011017
bijou remi_2 011102
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