Polly is a huge bitch. I went to Paris to try and find her. Turns out she's not even there.
Worst. Thing. Ever.
Polly's atrocious Thing got me thinking about Jamie. Remember when he grew that dirtstache? Oh, how I miss that hispid teenage silhouette.
I held back tears of longing at the Musée d'Orsay when I saw a book called Dog Painting: A Social History of the Dog in Art. With every turned page a susurration to myself -- to Jamie: Look at that dog.
In the Social History of the Dog in Art that is my heart, Jamie is truly Best in Show.
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