It was a dark, stormy night when a woman wearing black lace wool sat on her veranda drinking Campari and watching the night sky. All of a sudden she saw something hovering below the clouds. Was it a strange, furry bird? An airplane?No.
It was just Secret Squirrel flying about, dancing to the thunder and spreading about her vintage-inspired must-have fashion-goodness.
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