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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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*
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Characteristic | Glitter |
Color | Gold |
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.
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.
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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