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Very well then, if you won't play the game MY way, I'm taking my swans and going home!
Once she'd gotten the hang of it, Martina's new flat iron made her happier than a pig in shit.
Nerds are out, Frumps are in.
Polly loved to wear her dad’s sweater. Too bad her dad was Andre the Giant.
Or Wilt Chamberlain. That’s one of the least practical pieces of clothing I have ever seen–and it doesn’t exactly look nice enough to be a “statement piece.” Ugh.
You know how some sweaters are hand-washed and then re-shaped to let dry? It looks like that one was just stretched all to shit!