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Spotted. Decked-out. Lip gloss shining, legs smooth as butter, and an outfit that even Beckham would envy. Perfect? Almost...Where is the stunning Beau to decorate this golden arm? Surprise Surprise, this Queen stands alone. Nothing a Prada bag can't fix. Funeral, sudden illness, saving a life? I'm sorry sir maybe you failed to read the rule book-an automatic no show is an automatic out. Back to the dugout, life is hard when the Queen owns the field. Batter-up.
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Brooke, I'm obsessed with you and your pink blog!
ReplyDeleteAlso, did a boy seriously stand you up? What a jerk!! Don't you miss the days of DC when all our dates were with each other. We never had to worry about being stood up.
"legs as smooth as butter."
amazing.
Sounds like that boy is trash. And I love your blog!
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