We had a kick-ass Hallmark shop in our neighborhood. It’s where we bugged our moms to buy us Peanuts stuff (always overpriced — did Charles M. Schulz know how much we kids were on the hook for Snoopy’s raincoat?) and where we went for our party invitations. This is actually a really classy one because it folded down the middle.
A sleepover, no doubt. So watch out — I’m really gonna be cranky and smell like Taco Doritos the next day.
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