You begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift.
1. CACKLING IRL 2. I IMAGINED ~ANGEL-ESQUE~ 'AHHHHHH' MUSIC. 3. CACKLING AGAIN
I can't even...the future publisher in me is crying really bad. I should rethink my current dream job options when things like that get printed just because it's Tyra!
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1. CACKLING IRL
2. I IMAGINED ~ANGEL-ESQUE~ 'AHHHHHH' MUSIC.
3. CACKLING AGAIN
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I should rethink my current dream job options when things like that get printed just because it's Tyra!
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