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Post by althea on Mar 8, 2022 15:55:53 GMT
We are off to the sales My daughter and I. Dreaming of bargains our hopes are so high. The huge doors open and through them we zoom. It's like being sucked into a vacuum. There are too many people and not enough room. I spy a rack of dazzling dresses and make a beeline for them. All in iridescent colours I just simply adore them. But on examination they are wrinkled and dishevelled. My once high aspirations are quickly and cruelly levelled. This dress is for a tall woman a woman with a long torso. Again my hopes are really dashed I'm crushed then, even more so. "I'm short," I wail as I turn to my child. She leans on the rail her voice soft and mild. "You're not short, you're petite. Let's go look at the shoes. You have lovely small feet. You'll love Jimmy Choo's."
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