Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
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Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
| Weight | 0.5 oz |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
| Color | Neutral, Pink |
| Characteristic | Cream |
Clinging to your scarf as you shiver your buns off, you can’t help but wonder how you, a southern girl, managed to be up north for the winter.
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
They've started counting. You scan the room until your eyes find his. Wanting to be together, you both hurry through the crowd. 3..2..1.. *cue fireworks*
As the battle between your best friend and your boyfriend rages on, like Switzerland, you always say…
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