Because I really, really want these boots.
But right now, I've got a grand total of $43.86 in my bank account until payday. It's so tight right now that I actually bought some groceries on my credit card, something I swore I'd never do.
Damn British Airways for holding my $700.00 hostage. Don't they know mama needs a pair of Frye boots?
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