Prada Across The Water
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“Devon! Devon!,” I heard her cry from across the tiny bridge. “Wait for me!” So I waited. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was actually going to cross that short but rickety pontoon bridge in her nightgown and heels. Well, maybe not her heels. She pulled them off and threw each one across and they landed about twenty feet from me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.She replied with, “don’t you want me to?” What could I say? I knew she was serious when she took off and tossed her prada handbagand it landed right at my feet. “Guard that with your life!” she said. I picked it up and understood what she meant. At that moment, I wished I was a woman. I envied her.
