At number ninety eight...
Monday 11 April 2011
What was in the box?
Cafe pour homme,
Citron pour femme.
Worth all the carrying and glaring at metro passengers who might bump into me, and the balancing of luggage up the hill. Oh yes.
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Citron pour femme.
Worth all the carrying and glaring at metro passengers who might bump into me, and the balancing of luggage up the hill. Oh yes.
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