DREAM

It was outdoors and there was a table. Sitting across me was Anna Wintour, and I was disgustingly sucking up to her. She never spoke, but just nodded and smiled as I did my best to keep her interested. She was wearing a fur coat.

Then my mum came along. And I introduced Wintour to my mum by saying “This is Anna Wintour. The editor-and-chief of Vogue.” But my mum was a real bitch, she disregarded Anne by giving us the ‘so-what’ face. I was so mad at my mum.

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p.s: inspired by kelly oxford