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On my 18th birthday, I walked home to a green paper bag on the couch, picked it up and read the letters. “Kate Spade”, it said, printed in gold as I ran my fingers over it. My heart fluttered with excitement as I prepared to open it. It was my first time ever receiving something so fancy. I felt like I was in of those coming of age moments in a John Hughes’ movie. Or at least it felt like that.
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