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Nov 22, 2008 23:07:22 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:07:22 GMT -5
"Okay, follow me."
Clara led Sunflower up through the pie shop, through the barber shop, and into her little room above the kitchen. The smell of baked goods seemed to be seeping through the floor. She opened up the wardrobe.
"Well, take yer pick!"
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Nov 22, 2008 23:12:35 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:12:35 GMT -5
Sunflower stared "You know I ain't neva even seen that many clothes before, well Mista Gatsby e's go'a lo'a clothes, but O'I mean, for a girl..."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:13:51 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:13:51 GMT -5
She looked at her closet. "Really? It's not that much. At least, I don't think it is. My half-sister Annette has way more."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:16:31 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:16:31 GMT -5
"Well OI've been a maid fer a lo'a people, lot's of ladies, but they're all rich and crazy, so they've go'a clothes, but you know."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:18:14 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:18:14 GMT -5
"Well, mi closet es su closet. Pick something from the mass of cloth!"
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Nov 22, 2008 23:20:45 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:20:45 GMT -5
Sunflower looked around inside and pulled out a blue dress "Uh what about this one?" It looked big enough.
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Nov 22, 2008 23:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:23:49 GMT -5
"Try it on!"
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Nov 22, 2008 23:26:51 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:26:51 GMT -5
Sunflower looked around for a curtain or a bathroom and saw a changing screen. Walking over she proceeded to take off the mountain of clothes she always wore and put on the blue dress. It fit perfectly, accentuating her curves quite well. Although it was a bit low cut for her taste, it was okay.
"Well, what do ya think?"
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Nov 22, 2008 23:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:28:10 GMT -5
"Cute! It looks really good on you."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:30:58 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:30:58 GMT -5
Sunflower looked at herself in a nearby mirror and gulped "Are ya sure it don't make me look fat?"
-er.
((She's got amazing self esteem problems.))
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Nov 22, 2008 23:32:41 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:32:41 GMT -5
"You look adorable. I promise."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:34:16 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:34:16 GMT -5
Sunflower smiled "You know, O'I don't think O'I eva asked ya 'ow old you were."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:38:52 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:38:52 GMT -5
"Nineteen. How old are you?"
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Nov 22, 2008 23:43:55 GMT -5
Post by Sunflower Brooks on Nov 22, 2008 23:43:55 GMT -5
Sunflower opened her eyes "OI'm a eighteen, O'I thought chu was younga, huh."
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Nov 22, 2008 23:45:43 GMT -5
Post by Clara on Nov 22, 2008 23:45:43 GMT -5
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
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