13: angella d'avignon, chinese mystery seeds…

Yesterday I lost my last nose ring, an oversized affair with a little row of faux pearls whose nacre has since brushed off to reveal them as translucent plasticky beads. Labour day, and everything closed, so I currently have a gilded paperclip in. Yesterday, I put in a huge order for things my mother wants me to bring back to Dubai, a kind of inverted Gulf Return: a six month supply of Juicy Fruit gum, caramel Milky Way funsize bars, vitamin C tablets, and a very gingery lip mask.

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