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surrealestate

Published: Feb 16, 2006

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I wish I was able to get better pictures of this dress...the fabric's adorable. I do love my bargain priced prints

Simple little dress, making it cheered me up in the colder months.

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Stuffiez

Feb 1, 2009

D: Its so adorable that I'm upset I don't have one! Lol..
This is beautiful!

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