



i want to be a gentlewoman. and wear trousers. instead of jeans. perhaps not always. maybe just on sundays. just one day a week to be dapper and debonair. i will wear brogues or lace-up oxfords or jaunty little pumps. and rose colored lips and a proper watch. and a nice easy blouse, clean and girlish. and i will part my hair to the side and keep my hands in my pockets as often as possible. and i will walk the dog like that, or buy apples or ride the bus... like some kind of first-rate fop. because wouldn't that be just absolutely grand? to be a gentlewoman, on a sunday.
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