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To: [Perfection]
From: [Chameleon]
Subject: Entertain me.

I fucking hate airports. Internet is boring. Why do I agree to go on transatlantic flights?

I was definitely too scared to ask before, but now I'm bored and willing to deal with the mental scarring. Why do you love his tail?

-M

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Nah, just put a little arrow pointing to it and write "tail".

We can fix that, if we need to, next time you're at the mansion. I think Illyana actually knows what sort of shoes to wear these days because of me.

What do you do when you've got to play a normal girl? Pretend to have laryngitis till you can knock the mark over their head?

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Haha, I can do that!

I can play girl just fine, actually. Though I only know ballroom dancing from the male side, actually. (Makes taking Jean-Paul out dancing convenient, I get to make him be the girl.) But just because I can play at something doesn't mean it translates to the real thing. I'm not sure that makes sense to you, though.

Could be worth it just to see boyfriend's jaw hit the floor. But is that worth wearing a skirt?