We went home early because it started to hail and my batteries were dying. I wrapped my scarf around my head and felt right at home in the Italian neighbourhood. I'm so glad I married an Italian. I can now do things like: look like a weather-beaten Italian lady, feed everybody too much, make pasta, have a ridiculous garden that hipsters come take pictures of.
Yes. You're an effing hipster. Get real. You aren't underground enough.
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love tony
LOL. I'm a hipster by marriage, dear.
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