I just saw a girl dressed like Madonna from 1985. She had a short badly bleached pixie cut with an asymmetric mop of curls in the front, acid-washed black jeans with french cuffs on the bottom and matching jacket, canvas backpack with ten-thousand mini buttons, and a pair of black lace-up shoes that I swear to God I owned when I was 13.
I excitedly started looking around at everyone else to see if I'd been magically transported back to the 80's. Once I laid eyes on a young hip gentleman with his pants around his knees yelling into his cell phone about his bitch, I was sad. I was looking forward to reliving the music and club scene.
Back to gen chem.
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