Once upon a time, I was strolling through Italy and I saw this street vendor selling "authentic" (stolen/fake) purses/bags. I was waiting for my parents to get out of the bank so I started walking around his collection. I saw this bag and something happened inside of me. I wanted it. The seller caught my eye and picked the bag up, teasing me with
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gross
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I wanted a man-bag once. It was just a phase. I'm sure you'll get over it too. Or buy one, whatever.
And I remember when you used to have bad taste and a beard. Those were the days.
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And yes, those were the days...
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I would say that this is the most controversial of the three LJ entries that I previously mentioned.
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