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 |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Neutral, Pink |
Characteristic | Cream |
The gentle crackle of the fire is the perfect background music as you snuggle under the blanket, crack open a good book and enjoy some hot cocoa, marshmallows floating on top of course.
Swaying in your man’s arms as the jukebox fills your favorite dive bar with the sound of Elvis Presley's voice. There’s no way anyone could feel sad in this holiday blue.
As the battle between your best friend and your boyfriend rages on, like Switzerland, you always say…
It’s been three months. You’re both feeling it, but you’re too scared to say it. Just when you’re about to surrender he jumps first. Fall in love in this romantic red.
10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
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