Anyone that knows me knows how much I'd love to have a Vespa scooter of my own. I have this fantastical vision of my future as a creative editor who calls a historic Italian city home, a city where the cobblestone streets are lined with window boxes full of colorful flowers which I admire as I zip down the alleyways on my mint green scooter. It has a basket and a brown leather seat, too. A friend of mine actually spent this past July studying in Florence. She told me that everyone there rode Vespas and that I would fit right in. That's a sign if there ever was one.
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