Team.
The "matchbook girl" description is the tea to my pot, the flour to my cookies, the fulfillment I have so yearned for. I feel so...debonair when I flip through this little goody.
These peeps know what's up. Stay tuned for the February 2011 issue. Sa-weeeeeeet.
Reebs in, out, check.
Ps. - isn't that bookcase sublimely blissful? I could die there.
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