Merry Dekemas.
This year, I celebrated Dekemas early. Well, my goals this year were such that I am sure the great
fruitylips himself would certainly argue it was not Dekemas at all; but, frankly, he can bite me. That is to say, on sunday, emboldened by that queen of shopping
mal, I bravely set out for a trip to Nordstrom's and Victoria's Secret in search of
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