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  1. vLoSeptember 27, 2008 at 7:40 AM

    Oh, I want too! I'm like almost done w/ it it's just that my BBB (best blogger buddy) won't let me till she's done with the whole "i'm not going on the net till I'm done w/ everything". But I will anyways, cause it's my fav story blog. and that I know that JB (My bestest blogger buddy) might never go on again so yeah..

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  2. anaaaaaaishh :DSeptember 27, 2008 at 7:07 PM

    adore the bag and the puffy blue coat(:

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  3. SydneySeptember 27, 2008 at 7:14 PM

    love those bags!

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  4. Darling.September 27, 2008 at 10:11 PM

    Tag! Your It!

    1.Link the person who tagged you.
    2.Mention the rules on your blog.
    3.Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
    4.Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
    5.Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

    Great Pic by the way!

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