Why in the world did I agree to this? How did my brother talk me into helping him shop for an outfit? Oh, this is like torture. I normally don't ever help him. And now, I remember why. UGH!! After what seems like hours, we still aren't any closer to finding that perfect outfit and both Shane and I are getting very frustrated. Even the sales clerk who has been so helpful is starting to lose hope. I decide to go to the corner of the store where I haven't been yet and see if by some miracle, I will find something there. I glance around the area and then suddenly, something catches my eye. Oh, that is perfect. Without hesitation, I immediately dash over to the rack and I go to grab it, but someone else reaches for it at the same time. I instantly bark, "No, this is mine. I saw it first."
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