The Wardrobe

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The stylist led him to a room filled with all kinds of clothes.
       "I've picked out the outfit you're going to wear, it's composed of Chanel, Gucci, Armani, oh, and uh Walmart brand."
       Sounded good to Dave. He grabbed the outfit and put it on. Glittery blue top, pink tutu skirt, red heels, yellow cardi and some purple plastic beaded jewelry.
      He looked into the mirror. He was slaying the eight year old fashion game. He was so ready to use his fierce face and "smile with his eyes" in front of a camera.
      "Let's do this." He said.
      Cara Delevigne, step out of the way.

      *authors note*
Sorry for the short chapter. I'm on vacation and also have been working on another story, "Blonde Bitches Never Die" (and I suggest you read it ;p) Anyways THANK YOU for all the support on this story, I never thought it would make it this far lol. MUCH LOVEEEE

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