I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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We met when we were young ladies. Someone had spread a rumor hinting at a scandal that involved both of us, and we did major damage control. We got so good at damage control that we thrived on stirring the hornet's nest.
Both of us knew who was spreading what rumor about us. We never confronted each other, we just one-upped the latest rumor and it became a silent game.
By the end of our lives, people had begun to suspect that we were five people, because there were so many stories associated with our names.
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