I went to a therapy shopping session the other day after flunking my Physics midterm. There's something so satisfying about trying on millions and millions of dresses and shoes even if you can't have all of it. After making a pit stop at DAVIDsTEA for their mint chocolate rooibos, I was ready for a long long long stroll down the strip of paradise.
Every big city as their own Avenue des Champs Élysées where every thing glistens and feels wonderful intertwined with the smoke and piss of subways. I loved it in France as much as I love it in San Francisco. And as I walked down the aisles of paradise, a dress in Anthropologie's window caught my eye.
Perfection. Made me miss nude pumps and dinner parties.
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