I love you when I see you on a rack that says “Petite”. In fact, I can hardly control myself as I approach you.
Natasha Nguyen, New Orleans:
5:58 am. I ambled down the frosted walkway from my house and slumped into the car. The half-eaten muffin I’d left on the dash…
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