Dictae of a New York City-ensconced worried gay.
Trip, stumble and fall.
Have a stupendous weekend, folks. We'll be gone Monday, so look for us back here Tuesday when we'll probably be scrambling to decode Lisa Whelchel's latest giant combination of letters.
In the words of Tyra voicemail, Holla!
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