When Reese was little she would wear whatever I put out for her. No arguing, no complaining. She would have worn a paper bag if that's what was clean. Not so with Blakelee, I would have to iron a shirt for her to wear on a Saturday. Everything had to be just right. Well this is the new Reese, all about the clothes. She put together this outfit with nowhere to go. She ended up going to the orthodontist with Blakelee because she was all dressed up. Don't ask what happened to Blakelee's style!
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