If I existed in a world devoid of my lovely Andre (which is the most awful, horrible thought imaginable) then the only, small compensation would be that I would be permitted to have a pink painted front door. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never actually be able to live in a house with a lolly pink door, but the seven year-old inside me still holds onto my Barbie dream!
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Do it anyway, I'm sure he's secure in his masculinity enough to one day have a pink door, life's too short.
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