Oh, how I hate to wash you and hang you up and not wear you for the next eight months. You are so very cute, and you go with nearly everything. It pains me, truly. But alas, I was born and bred a Southern girl. And all Southern girls know that with Labor Day comes the ta ta for now to the white pants.
See you after Easter.
Love always (unless you ever make my thighs look big),
So-gal
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