Costello Tagliapietra, how I love thee, let me count the ways... I love to say your names, Costello Tagliatietra, how it rolls of my tongue like a fine wine. I love that you look like giant lumberjacks and yet create soft, draped, delicate women's wear. How I love when you come out at the end of your shows holding hands. Will you be my pretend boyfriends? Will you wrap me in silk jersey and flannel? Pretty please, with sugar on top? Did I mention I love you(s)?!
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I WANT IT ALL!!!!!
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