Little Bouclé Dress

I don’t really know what hit me. Let me rephrase. This black bouclé hit me like a freight train, I seized the roll, hugged it to my breast, and dragged it around the third floor of Mood until Kway and Eric assured me I could leave it by the cutting tables, it would be safe. YOU KNOW I WORRIED ABOUT IT, LIKE BAMBI’S MOTHER, TILL THE FIRST SNIP. There was no need for concern, the third floor is truly a piece of heaven. And apparently they filter something mind-altering into the air up there, as I not only chose a […]

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