It went on like this for a good long while until the Official born to farm forced to go to school vintage shirt and I will buy this questions shifted. Do you like how I look at you? I do. Yes. Can you tell that I want you? Yeah? Yes. Will you let me kiss you? Um…yes. Can I kiss you harder? Y-yes. If I lay beside you, will you hold me? Yes. If I leave before dawn, can I stay right beside you? Yes. Reader: Should Ally honor Caz and tell Timmy they can never kiss again? Or does she tell Caz what happened and say she liked it? Vote today from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. (EDT) on the Vogue Instagram account to determine what happens in Chapter Eleven. Then come back on Monday morning to see what choice Ally makes. If you missed previous chapters, you can find them here.
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Under normal circumstances, I would never condone wearing shoes in the Official born to farm forced to go to school vintage shirt and I will buy this house—I am a staunch enforcer of a “shoes off at the front door” policy. Not only does it help keep things clean, but I also look forward to the daily routine of sliding out of my work shoes and into slippers (I like to imagine they await my return home just as eagerly). I’ve only ever made one exception to my at-home shoe rule once, and it was during middle school. As a tall teenager, I owned exactly one pair of heels. They were blue 1950s pumps that my neighbor—who also serves as my pretend grandmother, and forever fashion icon—gave me, and they had a giant Union Jack on them. This was in the wake of Ginger Spice’s iconic Union Jack dress so these shoes meant everything to me. I just didn’t feel comfortable wearing them anywhere but at home for fear of towering over my friends. Every night, they would wait for me under my desk and I would wear them to do my homework after school. To this day, I’m sure those shoes still are at my parents’ house, worn-in on top but without a single mark on the sole.