Shopping @ Nordstrom...

For Anne-Marie! The famous dress and the famous shoes, LOL!!!! Relaxing at the end of a great evening, and I still have my 5 ½ inch heels on...

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  1. MomoMay 17, 2010 at 3:10 AM

    Vous êtes beaux tous les deux...
    Laure mon amie, tu es ravissante.

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  2. Laure and I...May 23, 2010 at 8:28 AM

    Thank you Momo. You are too kind...

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