Full Credit For Being Alive

This is my story, after I moved to Manhattan to pretend to be an adult.

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October 30, 2009

marseeah:

I am still a little in awe everytime I see Louboutins on the street, worn by real women.

I work with women who wear them. It boggles my mind.

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Ditto. And I’m not ashamed that...from 10 ft away.
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work with women who wear them. It boggles my mind.
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