Friday, June 6, 2014

Please, can I be chased around an Irish pub by a singing Gerard Butler?
We’ll have the most perfect first kiss ever to be created by two strangers and then we’ll get married and live in a rustic cottage, surrounded by sheep and greenery and lake.
Actually, if I’m going to steal Holly’s love story, I may as well steal her wardrobe too. That girl can dress, even if her Marc Jacobs is from Minneapolis.

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