Bailey

Bailey. The cutest girl I think I maay have ever met. We'd met at a rather bad time either at Beirut or the Idiot. She was returning to Scotland soon afterward, & she seemed genuinely sadened that we'd met so late in her visit. We'd discussed meeting up in Scotland, & she gave me her number in Manhattan, but someone at that number, I think her brother, wouldn't take any message for her. Sadly, we didn't get to speak before she left.

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