In fashion (and politics) one day you're in... and the next day you're out.
Mad kings are sly devils, and like math homework, they’re hard to get rid of. Like ex-boyfriends they waltz the line of patience with dawdling acknowledgements and sluggish departures. You find yourself the airline agent, “Sorry sir, your departure is booked and ticket printed - please proceed to the gate."
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