Hey I was going through an honesty phase
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It started simply enough. A beautiful blonde girl and a handsome, if insecure, blonde guy.
A nice day, a blanket on the grass in a park in Beverly Hills. A journal, a notepad, a couple beverages.
To be clear I’m not normally thought of as insecure but I’m getting better at telling the truth. In fact to others I project the opposite: A confident, risk-seeking, nomadic traveler in search of the next story, film, or…