Published on Thursday, February 17, 2011 by Katherine
Dear Instyler:
It wasn’t me who put you on the floor. And it wasn’t me who stepped on you. But I was there when it all went down. I heard the crack. Was that your beautiful brush feature, or was it my heart?
Every day for the last two years, my hair has been glossy. Smooth. Instyled. I have loved you from the moment I first set eyes on you.
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