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Still friends with my Chloe combat boots...  and still wanting these.

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Liana said…
omg i think i just gasped out loud, those are the most perfect boots EVER!!!! so insanely jealous of you ;p

btw thanks for the awesome comments on my blog, YOU ROCK!!!

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el_martina said…
I love those shoes!

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