The best part about my life right now is that somehow, miraculously (and I do mean to say it is a miracle), I received a gift in the mail.
And not just one gift, but two. Addressed to me, and only me. At my address. It’s a veritable suscription, people.
I can tell you I did not request them. And I can’t tell you why or how I started receiving them. Maybe one of my friends knew they were what I needed? Maybe someone saw the inner diva in me and is slowly trying to pull her to the surface? Or maybe some creepy stalker man thinks I’m hispanic? Or maybe.. Just maybe.. this is a freak accident?
I submit to you…
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