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“Apparently Korean peeps who’ve ordered 707 cushion also received this ticket today. They got this separately as a surprise gift, but hope Cheritz will send the ticket with the cushion to international buyers :)
Based on their reivews, the paper is pretty thick and the surface is smooth like a real air plane ticket! XD”

(신윤경 on a MM facebook group - if you are the owner of the pictures, please send me a msg!)

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I was 13 years old.

Lorelai?

It was my birthday. Royston Sinclair the third, had broken my heart in front of everyone. I had snuck into  your closet that morning and took that green beaded top that was your mother’s. That you kept, so carefully wrapped up in tissue paper in your cedar closet. I was never supposed to touch it. But I stole it. And I wore it to school with my Chemin de Fer sailor jeans. And I thought no one was as stylish as I was. Royston laughed, he said I was cheap. He said that the only reason he’d been my boyfriend was because he was mad at Angie Morgan and he wasn’t anymore. He called me loud and weird. And he said there was a rumor going around that I wasn’t actually a Gilmore. That I was the gardener’s daughter and you’d bought me because you couldn’t have children of your own. And I was crushed. And I ran out of class. And I ran out of school. And I went to the mall. And I was sitting in the food court, wishing I had some money to buy a pretzel because I was starving. And I looked up…