Charles Macaulay
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As you’re away for the summer in Francis’ country house you see Charles, out on the porch in the early morning sun. The soft glow illuminating his pretty pale skin, his blonde hair falling over his forehead and the nape of his neck as he leans against the wall. Charles holds his cigarette in hand delicately as he tips his head back, exposing the column of his throat as the grey smoke mingles with the hot air.