October 2008
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Stuff.
My friends call my room a department store. A messy department store, that is. Shoe boxes are scattered everywhere. Stacks of books are everywhere. Bags are piled everywhere. Clothes are everywhere, on hangers, inside paper bags. Make-up kits and brushes sprawled on the table. Necklaces dangling from doorknobs. I have a lot of stuff.
My mom always tells me how lucky I am that I can buy pretty...