Dear G,

Unless there are diamonds, stacks of Benjamin Franklins, or a winning Powerball ticket inside of that purse, I wouldn't stop on the street to poop in it. By the way, when Santa brings you that $1900 purse, some poor sweatshop kid will have already spent the two cents he earned making it....while some rich trophy wife spends the $1899 of straight profit on a weekend at the spa. She really needed some time away from her $12 million beachfront property and personal staff.

Maybe she'll send you a Christmas card,
Penelope Ann

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