“You’re like that pretty blue dress. So pretty. So perfect. You make that dull mannequin look painfully beautiful. Lively. I can’t help but keep admiring you from the other side of the display window. I like blue. I like pretty. I like the dress and I like you. But I’m helpless. I wish the pretty blue dress was tailored for me. I so wish.”
“But you never tried fitting yourself in it. We can alter it, baby.”
“What if the fabric loosens? What if the sequins fall off?”
“We can fix that. Just try. Maybe. Just maybe that pretty blue dress was tailored to perfection only for you. Let it hug your curves and complement your flaws. Make that blue dress much prettier. Try it on. Please do.”
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