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secret santa present number 3: i got four books on the history of art, architecture, fashion, and dance, hope you like them! Don't read them all in one day!

                             she can’t guarantee she won’t GOBBLE the printed syllables up, but she presses a crimson lipstick-print to the endearing words that find themselves slanted upon the petite note, & she can’t help the way she blows a kiss to the frigid air, barely able to contain the purest joy that bubbles throughout her frame.

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second secret santa present: okay so I have no idea what dancewear is, so I asked the person at the counter and they handed me these, I hope they work. Oh, and I do know what cardigans are, so I got a bunch of those in different colors. Hope you like them!

                              delicate digits run carefully over the fabric of brightly coloured cardigans, leotards, fresh rose pointé shoes .. TEARS ( ! ) practically brim at her eyes as she clutches them to her chest, mouthing quiet thanks into soft material & she’d be lying if she said she could keep the grin off of her lips.

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Secret Santa present number one: this was the best wine I could find. hope it's good :) -SS

                              pure delight is written into the petite femme’s features as she examines the frosted bottle, ( humming ) softly to herself whilst she glances round, in an attempt to catch whoever may have recently lingered at her doorstep. ❛  feliz navidad, ángel !  ❜ her voice echoes down the emptied street, a call to no one --- the sheer tender sentiment is entirely unavoidable.

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ROBIN: okay so I don’t actually know how to throw a party ROBIN: so i’m basically just gonna go out and get trashed for my birthday ROBIN: who’s in?

                     LOLITA: sweetie there are a lot of things you don’t know how to do                      LOLITA: i would but i have better things to do                      LOLITA: don’t miss me too much xoxoxo

snapchat -> open

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: and a few sheets of stickers.. for decorating

LITA: dolphins or dora the explorer

LITA: ooh there are little stars as well

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: only white lighters tho ... i'm trynna die young like kurt cobain : - )

LITA: im gonna fuckin rock up to the cash register like

LITA: ya can i just get a fuckton of white lighters. literally 50 white lighters pls n thank u xoxo

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: OH and i bought an oz of some really chill hybrid shit but i lost my lighter so bring one plS

LITA: i swear u lose a lighter every two weeks

LITA: i've had mine for a solid two months now .. i'm buyin u a pack of lighters for ur birthday

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: ok but the thing is ... there's so many shitty women too

FREYA: fuck it tho everyone sucks... come over i have rum and ginger ale and fresh limes and a new sparkly nail polish

FREYA: i'm planning to let eden drink herself to sleep and then paint her nails when she can't stop me ....

LITA: shitty ppl can actually fuckin fight me

LITA: jesus that sounds good

LITA: ok i'm sold i'm coming

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: good !!! u tell his fuckass !

LITA: im so done w men .. i hate them all

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: bitch WHo !!!

FREYA: did he actually not have legs ?

LITA: not after i was done with him

LITA: swear 2 god i nearly broke his thigh

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: i had like 2 fucking conversation with her and i'm already so done w her stupid trashy white bitch eurointellectual bullshit ? take that shit back to the 50s where it belongs .. shit

LITA: i'd actually prefer death

LITA: OH SHIT did i tell u how some guy called me mamacita so i kicked him in the thigh n called him a legless whore

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: oy thNAK GOD you dont like her either i was worried

LITA: she talks too much

LITA: if she talked less n fucked around more id be happier

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: you know that pug-faced lil trick arabella or whatever the fuck

LITA: jesus christ

LITA: why is she so much

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: both. can you fucking believe it ? both !

FREYA: honestly i'm p sure she lowkey fucks w u but if u have an in.. go for it

LITA: double whammy

LITA: who is it i'll wreck her

LITA: no one fucks w my girl.. bye

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text — LIT(a).

FREYA: u would not BELIEVE !!! this bitch !!

LITA: straight or white

LITA: can i fuck her up