Stephen picked up a shirt at random. “This one will do,” He announced. “We’re outa here.”
“Oh, no! Not that one. It’s all wrong for your skin tone and eye color.”
Stephen stared as if she’d dropped in from Mars. “What?” he stammered. “What does that have to do with anything?”
She prowled through the bins, then held up a light blue shirt with a purple and yellow coyote on the front. “This one is perfect!” Holding it up to his chest confirmed her decision. “Yes. This one was made for you.”
He rolled his eyes, then laughed, “OK, OK. Let’s get out of here.”
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