My little brother, mon petit frère, Maximilien, left HK a little over a week ago and he has certainly left a void. I miss his smile, his exuberance, the drama when he gets drunk- like taking off his YSL shoes and leaving them on the counter at the 7-11 on Wyndham!
I miss his text messages at ungodly hours of the morning, his acts of charity like offering his LV shorts to another friend who was being refused entry to a club for not wearing trousers. I remember saying to him, 'Max, darling, the shorts won't do as they want him to wear trousers...' to which Max replied 'But they are Louis Vuitton!!!'
I miss our little private jokes, his accent de Versailles and most of all I miss him....
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