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Shopping, surprises, Los Angeles, photography, lame ass galleries in New York City, Strawberry Nirvana from Jamba Juice, nice guys, Chanel flats, sunny day, Bob Marley, Champagne, nice views, half-empty packs of Marlboro light, rainy nights, MGMT, bathing suits, Paris, sleepovers, kisses, text messages at 4am, cheap vodka, grass smell, expensive vodka, Fendi, burning sage with Sarah Harrison, blackberries, compliments, strawberries, Monaco, crazy sunglasses, dancing on tables, Lexie Burini, Tods in crazy colors, gangsta music, tanning, Eastern Europe, random slogan Tshirts, clubbing in pjs, diet coke with ice and no lemon, Principe Leopoldo, party pictures you don't remember being taken, the beach at night, never being able to finish countings the stars, the Middle East, Pauline Hernandez, guys that smell like Abercrombie, social-suicide marriages on facebook, unexpected bbms, not being able to wakeboard properly, Jimmy Choo heels, Cannes, red Vespas, skipping classes two days before exams, Balenciaga bags, drinks at Costes, polaroids, trashy parties with trashed people, obessing over names for weeks, Gossip Girl, hugs, the beach during the day, cocktails with stupid names, ashes, surprising notes, Missoni headbands, redbull, marble loaf, black nailpolish, Prada dresses, Prada shoes, EVERYTHING Prada, not doing homework, cool headphones, stealing hoodies, floor parties at SVA, brownies, Amsterdam, honesty, magazines, fashion shows, summer, and winter, fisheye lenses, converses, leather leggings, Lexie's grandma's place, guitars, vintage tshirts, Seb's comments about guys I like, people with cool hair, St Tropez, cherries, musical naps, Matt Kelly's addiction to candy, loud music, random weekends, Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain, Mai Schilling's car, shisha bars, house parties, the ocean, the Santa Monica pier, making summer plans, never sticking to summer plans, doing nothing on the beach instead, Joachim Garraud, Christmas trees, Christmas shopping, not being able to sleep at night, tanning in April, planes, sleeping all day long, red Grey Goose, iPods, making fun of the guy at Salsa Night, talking to DJ's, Miumiu, stamps in passports, half-full packs of Marlboro light, Jake's flannel, going to Emilie's Cookie with Pau and always ordering the same thing, Iced Chai Latte, the airport in Zurich, shopping at le Metropole, Lina's, Sarah Mattar's laugh, amazing hotel suites, trashed hotel suites, G period with Bacon, new stuff, old stuff, Marianna's shoe collection, David Guetta, the rolling team, Oreos, purple lighters, huge closets, Faisal's smile, the Tour Eiffe, yacht parties, Oliva Gerber's music, thursday mornings, sturday nights, headband, Nicole Richie, leopard tights, TJ's house, love stories, idiotic movies, indie music, dancing to Arab Money, anything that feels wrong, anything that feels right, morning brioches and peach juice, anytime peach juce, Hermes bracelets, Champs Elysées, Don Waldhof's angry text messages, being done with high school in fifteen days, pictures, not-so-lame galleries in New York City, people from Georgia, driving without really going anywhere, American Apparel, being high in Brookly, strip poker in hotel rooms, grenadine, bbm pin hunts in Karément, taking pictures with baby-clubbers, flowers, happiness, nice people, smiles, MAC make up, cool outfits, Nutella icecream, La Note Bleue, custum made tshirts, happy endings, you, and randomness.