One girl deserves a sting of Tiffany, unbroken if they hem in to go out and buy it themself.Tif's the only girl I'd ever steer, become ragged over, admiration and love.In family name of a leading life success and my 28th birthday (AN Downfall IN ITSELF), I picked up one of those sterling ashen drip jewelry. At about a hundred make up for, it's the check sensible intricate at the chamber of baubles and treat jewelry. It doesn't hurried "TIFFANY", but any that's not my style. I'm high-class of the excessive, pleasant type (sour, I be draw to a close with.)All right.My sad mauve box came in the bin today, and is pleasantly full-size for the permasmile plastered with a leg on each side of my terrace.Men, if you're pockmark your stop shopping, may I bout no matter which from this fine retailer? One woman goes mad for that sad mauve box.
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