Brit went out for Mexican the other day at a restaurant called Acapulco. She enjoyed the chips and salsa, but, when it was time to go, she wasn't quite done with her margarita. So, what's a girl to do? Just walk out with it and get in the car. Like ya do.
Because if I was in a huge custody battle, verging on the brink of rehab, and knew the world was watching everything I did - I'd totally take the traveller.
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