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I looked really stylish like a terrorist today shopping in nyc. Vintage Justin Roper boots, Cynthia Rowley jacket from like 8 years ago, authentic WW11 backpack, floral knit dress that's hidden underneath because I'm supposed to look like I gotta bomb in my bag.
But the truth is, I had no bomb in my bag, and it's pretty difficult to look like a terrorist when you're so cheerful.