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If I owned just any of these pieces, I'm thinking it would render the rest of my wardrobe completely unnecessary. Are you listening, chain stores? Although I'm a complete slave to all of their platform shoes, I'm not too sold on the fur coat in the fifth outfit... Skinning and making a fur coat out of Chewbacca is simply not justifiable. Wait till Yoda hears about this.
I know it's been quiet around here lately but I've been busy writing 'em letters to the Masterchef producers as I claimed I would. Don't tell anybody but I've since kidnapped Julie and she's now tied up in my pantry. I'm going to show her some flashcards so she learns how to distinguish between an onion and a shallot. Y'know.