the darkest part of night
the darkest part of night

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the thing is. when I wear black jeans, I have bad luck. really bad luck. I got a new pair of them because I thought, it would be because of the jeans itself but well you see what happend since I got them (one week): someone broke in my boyfriend’s car and stole both my canon ef and nikon fe2, my mom’s tomtom, my money and my favorite bag. that boyfriend broke up with me. I had a lot of problems because my ID was stolen, too and all that happened while I wore those jeans. don’t tell me that I’m superstitious…



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