🎼 I recall Central Park in fall, how I tore my dress, what a mess, I confess…
Well, truth be told, I’ve never made it to New York and most probably never will.
(But if I made it there, I’d make it anywhere.)
Also, luckily, I’ve never torn a dress while I was wearing it.
(Danke schoen!)
But trust me, this dress that I wore for my birthday party last weekend needs no tear to put you in danger of revealing more than you intended.
(I turned 30, by the way, I’m transparent about that, too.)
It has been said that you can never go wrong with a little black dress.
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