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The fabric... 100 percent pure cotton so that it's wearable even on warmer days.. soft on the outside and softer on the inside.. pockets in the front that are just as soft for carrying more than just a phone... and even marked down from 15,99 to 7,99... her name is..

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------------------------------------------------------------------Felicia!

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Felicia!

Truelania may have a lot of good quality clothes produced right here in this empire, but I haven't seen a cloth of THIS high quality in a long time.

"I must try her on.." I said, holding the white sweater like it was a piece of art.

"Her..?" Laura asked, confused. I snapped back to reality.

"SHUT UP, LET ME BE A MEMBER OF THE FASHION DESIGNER SCHOOL CLUB!" I exclaimed.

We went to the dressing rooms and I tried on the sweater. I looked at myself in the mirror before revealing myself to the others. It fits perfectly. I was so happy.

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------------------------------------------------------------------"Ta-dah!" I ripped the curtain open and jumped out of the dressing room for them to see

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"Ta-dah!" I ripped the curtain open and jumped out of the dressing room for them to see.

"I don't even care what you think! I think it's perfect!" I said.

"I think it suits you!" Ray agreed.

Laura played with her back hair, wrapping it around her finger and so.

"I-I guess you look nice." She said as her cheeks turned pleasantly pink and averted her eyes.

"Y are u gay?" She turned to Laura. Laura turned red in embarrassment.

"Dude, I know this sweater brings out my curves more than the purple one, but woman, stop being gay for 5 seconds." I scolded her.

"Ey! You're gay too!" She said, trying to defend herself.

"Not as gay as you, though. I'm pan and you need to get a girlfriend you desperate fuck." I said crossing my arms.

"That-!"

"She's right, Laurie. If one of the girls sees the way you look at them in the locker room at PE class, you could get in some serious trouble." Ray said, defeating Laura completely.

Knockout!

She tried to say something as she turned even more red than before somehow, but it was all gibberish. Me and Ray went back to where I found the sweater and took a few more of the medium size. Laura caught up eventually. I'm now holding 5 white sweaters while in line to pay. I might blow half my money with this purchase, but who cares!

"Tricia, why're you buyin' 5 pairs of the same sweater?" Ray asked.

"Yeah, that's weird, man." Laura said.

"Guys, we're characters in a wattpad story that get drawn as cartoon art occasionally. Do you seriously think that the writer wants to spend another hundred words just to describe what we look like? Besides, you guys wear the same thing every day anyway." I answered.

"I'm wearing different pants right now." Laura said.

"But you still look the same." I said and Ray giggled.

I soon enough paid for my new clothes and we wondered off for some boba with our shopping bags. We overall had a great time. When we finished, we went our separate ways to go home.

When I arrived back home, I unpacked my stuff, removed the prize tags and hung up the sweaters in my closet. Now my closet is somewhat less empty. Darkness is also here, sleeping on my back on my bed.

"Well, since tomorrow is Wednesday, I'll be going to the designer club. I'll probably find some inspiration there for the sweater." I said. A single piece of cloth is not an outfit, after all.

There was a knock on my door. Scarlet came in. She had a worried look on her face.

"Hey, Patricia, I don't want to be intrusive, but your grandmother isn't very happy with you." She said.

"Huh? Why what happened?" I asked, confused.

"I know that before you went to your friend that you told me about it, but she insisted to me that you should've told her instead and not me." She said.

"Why does it matter who I tell?" I asked.

"Look.." She said and came in. She kneeled down in front of me and held my hand.

"I know this is quite ridiculous, but you have to listen to her. Even if it's something as small as this." She explained quietly for some reason.

"Alright, but only because you say so." I said.

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