I understand that this is a common twenty-something white girl cliche, but regardless, someday I will own a small herd of Pomeranians. I will take them for long walks, in a little pack of fluff. I will not force them to wear clothing. And here is the list of names with which I intend to bless them:
Scarf
Boats
Thermos
Gazebo
Lunch
Frost
Those are some of my favorite words. But maybe if I decide to have children, they will receive those names instead of the dogs. God forbid.
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