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<p>Sitting around with Fellice, lekker stoned, eating duck takeaways from last night, listening to Kids With Guns — Gorillaz. Fellice is from the Philippines, and she’s eating bran flakes with almond milk. She’s telling me a scandalous story about her best friend (her other best friend, not the one she grew up with, who’s a girl) who went from being bisexual, to heterosexual after she had her baby. Now they’re texting on the phone and this friend is with her ex-girl-crush, who (and get this!) she thinks is hot. Fellice wants to know if her friend is gonna “go back to that old life”. Every now and then she sends a voice note in Tagalog, the messages glittered with her trademark mischievous giggle. When she’s done slurping the last bit of milk from her spoon, she takes her empty bowl and my empty Tupperware to the kitchen — doing a little booty shake on her way. What a woman.</p>
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