Some streetwear boutique in Mexico had some event for some music festival this week, and my diamond-dipped ex-boyfriend was there. I'm pretty sure he's like 5'6", his falsetto is annoying, and it's true, he can't skate, but it's going on like 10+ years that he and his almighty SPY CHORD have held a special, throbbing place in my heart. Goddammit.
I hate myself for this post. Let us never speak of it again.
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