Imaginary Socialite

Boys, you are awful.

Awful awful awful.

And it’s because I hate you so much that I pretend not to clutch my little silver cell phone 24/7, waiting for one of you to call.

But, of course, I do.

Love,

The Imaginary Socialite.

[KATE HUDSON - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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