Liz

When I was a eight, I wanted to be an indian and didn’t want to wear shirts. I walked around without a shirt.

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Jenn Miguez says:

April 29, 2012 at 7:58 pm

You forgot to put the part about your mom freaking out. I think this story is so cute.

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