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The dim glow illuminates my face as I search for the perfect playsuit, perfect dress or something. Something beautiful. And everything is. Colours and elastane, polyester, nylon, lycra. Peplum, bodycon, strapless. But the models are all size six, and you must be pretty to wear a pretty dress. I'm going to spend a week's wages on this ******* wedding outfit, and if you're not impressed I'm going to ram a slice of cake down your throat and smile, and catch the **** bouquet. Will you look at me? Look at me! I'm a sad, pathetic wreck. I want to mark my territory. Your neck will speak for itself. Will say that I've been there before. This perfect dress I'm searching for to be left crumpled on your bedroom floor.
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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The dim glow illuminates my face as I search for the perfect playsuit, perfect dress or something. Something beautiful. And everything is. Colours and elastane, polyester, nylon, lycra. Peplum, bodycon, strapless. But the models are all size six, and you must be pretty to wear a pretty dress. I'm going to spend a week's wages on this ******* wedding outfit, and if you're not impressed I'm going to ram a slice of cake down your throat and smile, and catch the **** bouquet. Will you look at me? Look at me! I'm a sad, pathetic wreck. I want to mark my territory. Your neck will speak for itself. Will say that I've been there before. This perfect dress I'm searching for to be left crumpled on your bedroom floor.
molly-5
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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