This is a very important entry because it concerns something that really means a lot to me: my moccasins.
My babies died.
But they died fighting, to the very end. Things had been going downhill with them for awhile, since the hole in the bottom opened up, but I had expertly taped them inside and out and there was hope in me for them.
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i'll physically cry when my english boots go to hell.
actually, i have a tan backup pair.
and you make it seem like i couldn't go to bed without your entry. i was just getting FRUSTRATED. nah, i wanted to see these lovely mocc pics.
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Oh and I owe you a Goodnight from last night baby.xoxo
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and i really like those moccasins, dead or alive
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You're lucky to live in the area though; Newbury Street is bangin.
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