H & M seem to be the main culprits. I adore their clothes and the odd item with Hello Kitty is lovely but you can barely buy a top in the girl's section without her soul-less, black, overworked eyes staring out at you from it, pleading with you to free her from her sell-out slavery. She looks knackered, I think she could use a holiday, she could pack her Hello Kitty clothes in her Hello Kitty suitcase and board her Hello Kitty jet and fly off to her Hello Kitty shaped island getaway for a few years and come back when she's refreshed and everyone else has forgotten about her and I will welcome her back with open arms and we can be besties once again, but until then I shall have to content myself with the next big thing..."what is it?" I hear you ask...wait fifteen years and you'll find out!
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