There are times I think I was not meant to be a girl. Like this morning, when I decided to spice it up and wear sexy boots over my jeans. I left my apartment, barely made it up the stairs, saw a bus approaching and thought, "There is no way in hell I am running to catch that." The drag racers in Dupont wear heels far better than I.
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