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 |
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.
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.”
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
As the battle between your best friend and your boyfriend rages on, like Switzerland, you always say…
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