Dear Molly, I’m writing to let you know that you forgot something.
So here I am, in Boracay, lying in the finest white sand in the world in patent leather and what do you call these – cycling shorts? Even a hardened soul such as I should have a tie-dye ensemble tucked away somewhere, I hope? Especially when, for some unfathomable reason, I have cycling shorts. Why do I have cycling shorts?
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