They say I’m too reserved. I say I am a woman of a few words. But here’s the thing: when I speak, there’s no sugar-coating anything. I don’t fear speaking my truth. I hope you can handle it.
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They say I’m too reserved. I say I am a woman of a few words. But here’s the thing: when I speak, there’s no sugar-coating anything. I don’t fear speaking my truth. I hope you can handle it.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Characteristic | Pearlescent |
Color | White |
Arriving to warm hugs from all the relatives you haven’t seen in awhile at the family get together.
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.”
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*
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.
“All done!” you used to shout to Grandpa, proud that you’d poured all the eggnog without a spill. He’d look down at you with a smile and remind you, “Don’t forget the Nutmeg.”
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