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| {top: gap | skirt: UO | sandals: blowfish (similar) | watch: sprout} |
So, a French man, a French woman, a Russian, and a Swiss guy walk into an Indian restaurant...
with their token local American {me}.
The least I could do was wear an ethnic ikat printed skirt and try to remind them of my German roots by sporting milkmaid braids - all in the hopes it'd give me enough foreign flair to be worthy of dining with such an internationally eclectic group of people I'm happy to call my friends.
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