She called it her “party dress” But she didn’t Or hardly ever Or not at all Partied. Why is your “party dress” so Flung on the ground? Why do you cry? Retail therapy you say? But what is so retailed About That Tattered Party Dirty Dress? She called it her “Party Dress” But she didn’t party.
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