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Outfit

I didn't make many good friends in high school, and the scary thing was that Shelby had a whole bunch of drinking buddies, so those people, along with Shelby, hated me during those days.

"What about this one, how about it?"

I looked down, "I'm not in France."

I'm curious, "Hmm?"

"Didn't she study in college, majoring in accounting?"

I don't say anything.

I opened the book again, but this time I couldn't read it, so I had to pretend to answer her with two minds, "You know one but not the other, Shelby and I are not suitable."

She changed out of her clothes, sat down next to me, and asked, "Seriously, what are you wearing to go?"

If they couldn't, there was nothing I could do about it; ultimately, the blame for this had to be on Shelby, and I, once upon a time, had asked her for it back.

Half an hour later I stood in front of my house with the two outfits I'd bought last week, and I don't know what I remembered, but my hand was a little heavy when I rang the doorbell.

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