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Yesterday I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a few months. She’s very fancy—big ring, nice car, world traveler … you know, one of them. After a quick oh-my-gosh, kiss-kiss, you look fabulous exchange, she commented on my tan and asked me where I had gone to garner such gorgeous color. I told her I took a spontaneous weekend trip to South Beach (huge lie, I know, but I felt the urge to live the fantasy life). She believed me. We swapped stories about my trip (I stayed at the Delano) and her recent travels, and went our separate ways. I just wanted to thank Stila Sun—I had such a wonderful time in South Beach, um, I mean the Jersey Shore.
Yesterday I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a few months. She’s very fancy—big ring, nice car, world traveler … you know, one of them. After a quick oh-my-gosh, kiss-kiss, you look fabulous exchange, she commented on my tan and asked me where I had gone to garner such gorgeous color. I told her I took a spontaneous weekend trip to South Beach (huge lie, I know, but I felt the urge to live the fantasy life). She believed me. We swapped stories about my trip (I stayed at the Delano) and her recent travels, and went our separate ways. I just wanted to thank Stila Sun—I had such a wonderful time in South Beach, um, I mean the Jersey Shore.
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