What are the odds that I'd pick up a lonely, nameless, detachable leather Hermes tag along a street in Monte Carlo. I felt uneasy about it at first. But hey, I hung around that same spot (actually waiting and freezing while my boss shopped) for about 3 hours and nobody came looking for it.
I've totally burned all the calories from my breakfast muffin just by standing along that street of designer shops. I like happy little surprises on such days, especially in leather packaging. Haha! ^_^
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