Target Underwear And A Vera Wang Gown - Plot & Excerpts
to be with my college sweetheart. Since Adam was a year ahead of me in school, he had already moved a year before. I did not want to move to Los Angeles. I had come to love New York and all the fashions it had to offer. Although I had visited Adam a few times during the year, fashion had not been on my mind. He was. At that point in my life, if Adam had wanted me to join him in the Hare Krishnas, I would have found a way to work with my bald head and toga. I really loved my style in the early nineties. I was really into tight-as-could-be Levi’s paired with Lycra ballet tops that fit my twenty-year-old (never-been-to-a-gym-and-didn‘t-need-it-and-should-have-relished-the-experience-more) body, and of course, my six-inch platform sandals. I had become a hip chick. SoHo and any piece of clothing it sold was my utopian paradise. As I headed out of the airport terminal to wait for Adam, I took out the small wire-rim Ray-Ban sunglasses he’d asked me to pick up for him that he couldn’t find in Los Angeles.
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