Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Nails shmails, she was invincible
She knew the state of her nails didn't really matter. At least not while she was wearing her favourite cropped jacket by TL Wood. A chip here, a frizzy hair there. She could get away with murder if she had to, so long as she was wearing this jacket. Not that she believed in superpowers. She didn't need to. In TL Wood she possessed something far greater. Sartorial satisfaction and timeless elegance. Nothing could stop her. Not even the long cold arm of the law.
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