Walking into the club with your girls, there’s a silent agreement among you that on the way to the bar you’re all going to slay. You can’t simply walk in a color this fierce. You have to strut.
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Walking into the club with your girls, there’s a silent agreement among you that on the way to the bar you’re all going to slay. You can’t simply walk in a color this fierce. You have to strut.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Black |
Arriving to warm hugs from all the relatives you haven’t seen in awhile at the family get together.
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.
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.”
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
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*
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