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 |
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.
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.”
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.
“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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