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Today I woke up wanting nothing more than to look like this* and listen to Jimmy Buffett. I have raided all of my parents' (apparently substantial) Hawaiian shirt collection, including several that belonged to my brother. When he was six. I am now creating the appropriate playlist on Spotify (sorry) and eyeing the tequila shelf. If you don't hear from the real Cheyanne in five days call in an exorcist or otherwise qualified specialist.** You will find me somewhere between 1974 and 1998 in Margaritaville, on a boat called "Imagination."
**I do have insurance.
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