Gana walked up to the counter. "Excuse me, I'd like to try on the dress in the front window."
"The pink one?" The sales lady asked, pointing to the fluffy, pink dress beside the black one.
"No, the black one." Gana said, crossing her arms.
"Oh...the black one? Uh, alright, I'll get that for you."
Gana glared at the woman's back. Was it that weird she liked dark clothes? The black dress was pretty. Gana thought so anyways.
"Here you are," The woman handed the dress to Gana.
"Thanks," Gana replied, taking it carefully. God, it was just too perfect.
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Bre, your my HERO for making this!
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