Upper Class Crown

May 19, 2009
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She rides a Ferrari convertible to school. Her wallet overflows with daddy’s bills. She pops her gum and blows her freshly manicured nails as she walks into class, looking everyone up and down. We’d all like to sit her down, take off that snotty little upper class crown, and tell her what she’s missing out.

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