I like the idea of painting the bra to look like your desired seashell instead of adhering one to the cup. May be a good solution for making sure things stay in their places over the course of the day.
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Paul Varjak: Sure. Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there.
Their wings fluttered in unison as they looked down towards the ground with an embarrassed blush on their cheeks. The male out of the pair finally spoke up after a few more minutes of awkward silence,.