“I need a new t-shirt. The one I wore at the Tug of War got ripped.”
“Wonderful. I love shopping!”
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?”
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