I know. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Just an idea of mine.
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