WHY am I inexplicably cheered at the sight of perky little Scottie dogs, polka dots and red cherries? It's hard to admit I have a purse-sized pack of tissues--swirled with pink rosettes and lime green curlicues, that are just too cute to actually ever use. While I imagine it is good to be queen, (I would hardly know)
is that all it takes?
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