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August 21, 2006
Love Letter
Dear Jack Purcell,
Eleven years after our first meeting and you continue to surprise and seduce! After all this time, I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to still get butterflies in my stomach and a tingling in my wallet when I see how good you're looking these days. And in corduroy? Oh no you dint! Mrrraw!
I know, I know...sometimes I'm a bit of a flirt, and sure, maybe sometimes I'm a bit fickle. But, for the God's honest, I never - not once - cheated on you with Chuck Taylor. That's just not my style.
You. You are my style.*
Bree
*At least until my true love, my dear, sweet low-top Adidas Nizzas, come back to me.
Then?
Then we're going to have to revisit this notion of "exclusivity". Just saying.
Posted by Bree at August 21, 2006 10:38 PM