Today's story begins with attending a seven-hour auction on roughly three hours of sleep & ends with arriving home, exhausted, with a buttload of snappy vintage dresses and fabric scraps and fancy gloves.
None of these songs fit anymore, but suddenly all of the movies are sliding into place.
I need a car and the ability to drive. Like... soon.
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*hugs and kisses, darling*
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