Yes, I am a bit extravagant, and it’s not always a good thing, but it’s the way I’ve been since childhood. I remember my family getting a kick out of me when I was about 11 or 12. I was out mowing my grandmother’s lawn and it was a bit chilly that day, so I went inside and grabbed my coat and continued on my merry way. So there I was, going about my business, cozy in my coat, which happened to be fur (it was rabbit that was ever-so-soft) and my aunts, uncles and parents were inside chuckling at me, mowing the lawn in my fur coat. Who does that?? That’s just me.
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