Excuse MeāMa'am?
My waiter left both the table and me in shock. Granted, before we left the house to head on over to the ramen bar, I told my husband I felt a little matrony. I was wearing a midi, short-sleeve orange, patchwork dress, oval brown sunglasses, a gold chained belt to accentuate my waist and disguise my fat as voluptuous curves and a bob, curled underāvery Anna Wintouresque. Itās the kind of outfitā¦
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