Big sweater, coffee cup in hand and hair bun askew, I’m the girl dancing in the car next to you. You’ll find me with my nose in a book or a pen in my hand. I’ll be your dearest friend if you’ll explore inner city coffee shops or running trails with me and promise to indulge my love for quoting How I Met Your Mother on an hourly basis. Let me know you stopped by!


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