When I die I want to be buried in this purse! After I am dead I want to come back as this purse! Either option is just as likely as the option where I am alive and actually OWN this bag. I want it, I want it, I want it! Never has a fashion accessory so clearly called my name. Karl Lagerfeld, you overly tanned, overly botoxed thing you, you have touched my secret soul. Frank Llloyd Wright stained glass window and cowboy imagery on the same hunk of leather. I am panting with desire. And I am not a girl who pants lightly. "Gimme this handbag!" she shamelessly shrieked. That is all. Sigh...
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