Kid at heart.
The owner of these feet is one of the great loves in my life. She tattoos her shoes. One might call her a flirt. The word "chillax" is in her vocabulary. She is fifteen, and I love her for it. No one brings out the child in me the way she does. The owner of these feet is my sister.
Who do you love? What do you love about them. Leave a comment and perhaps I will take a tribute photo, just for you.
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I love my girly friends that I met here in Rexburg. All of us seem to have names that begin with letters in the last part of the alphabet. I love that there's a common thread between us and that we all bring different things to the table but a lot of the same things too.
We're the same but different.
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