Yesterday I was very relieved to have rescued my new clothing from Ricki. Besides the silver vest, she had stashed in her bags a beige top with lace trim, which I also rescued. But when I went to but it away at noon, I discovered that the lace trim was badly torn.
GRUMP.
I didn’t even wear it once.
It’s not that important. I need to keep it in perspective.
The good side is that these shenanigans of Ricki swiping my clothing is only because as I lose, I am nearing her size…..
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Also, it's good for a teenage girl to be interested in clothes.
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