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Hmmm. I really let fly didn't I? Well, enjoy these rad tees. Just in time for Saint Patty's Day! Of course, being truly Irish, I'd wear these year long, but on St. Patrick's Day anyone can wear these, because- if only for the one day- we're all Irish.
What a load of sh*t. Haha!
Love,
Belle
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