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Then we walked back into the mall when, low and behold, Steph's cell rang.
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| Hey, your dad's here... let's hurry and get those clothes, oh, and when you try on that dress let me approve it. | |
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We get back to the store in an obvious rush and, of course, the dressing room I was in is locked.
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| Ugh...this dress, the source of my problems for today...it's...it's hideous!! | |
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| You're damned right it's hideous! Go change and pay for your stuff, your dad's waiting. | |
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