i went downstairs carrying the object i had hidden in my room the previous day, placed it in front of the front door, found my mother and put a black t-shirt over her face (as an object perceiving deterrent, guantanamo inmate style). i then took her by the hand and led her five foot two inches of giggling mass to her new, first bicycle. she had bought me my first bicycle so it was only fair i did the same.
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I went to Doll House and had the worst experience of my life. I ordered a dress 3 months before my formal and it didn’t come in. she told me the dress was customized but was told a week before my formal that they could not do it and was told to chose another dress from the shop which upset me as I had my heart set on the dress I ordered. Thank you Doll House for destroying my only formal it was the worst time.
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