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Four weeks after Luis had discovered that he had been accepted into this year’s Madam Drag, he had finally made his showcase costume. Lincoln and I were cuddled on Luis' sofa while he was getting changed in his bedroom, excited about showing us his masterpiece. Deciding that the motorbike had been extremely handy, Lincoln had bought his own, and had been able to sneak into my apartment block undetected with his helmet on without paparazzi chasing him. On the arm of the sofa is a scarlet satin Kimono with an intricate floral design. My mother will be thrilled to have it. Just as I lean forward to grab another Gemma-friendly biscuit, Luis bursts out of his bedroom, the door banging as he makes his entrance with the confidence of a supermodel. His dress looks like metal pouring down his fig
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