Be my number 2, day 2. Today wasn't so baaaad. I was too busy to even care about you. But tonight, I thought we must work it out. We should stop killing each other.
"In a season of SPLIT PERSONALITIES - moody intellectual by day, WILD CHILD by night - evening calls for SHOWGIRL-esque EXCESS: strobe light-loving sequins, MIRRORED CLUTCHES, patent booties and LACQUER BANGLES. After all, on the dance floor, EVERYONE'S A STAR."
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