grace's embarrassing adolescent poetry

mere juvenilia

So, it was lovely the other day to talk about old Toast pieces that meant a lot to me in my relationship. There is, sometimes, something a little disorienting about loving and being loved by a man who is loved by a lot of other people. And it’s not like I can say that I love him in a way that would undermine or essentially complicate his public persona.…

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