Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. Sweatshirts and sweatpants were in for a while but they’re out now. ‘There is little I can do at present.
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