Ribbed for Displeasure.

25 Jan

There’s a point in every girl’s life where she grows to love her friends.

There’s also a point in every girl’s life where she grows tired of her friends, because they’re the type to furnish her with a ridiculous nickname.

It’s finally happened to me.

Coathanger.

And it’s not for Vera Lynn reasons. Promise.

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