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 |
Going shopping for the annual ugly sweater party that someone always manages to throw.
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.
The grass conforms to your bodies like memory foam. Hand in hand you lie together staring at the moon sharing your hopes and dreams.
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
As the battle between your best friend and your boyfriend rages on, like Switzerland, you always say…
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