The heels of my Sunday shoes are clunking down the hall. She's wearing a black and white nylon shirt with an elastic waist that cinches just above her knee. The way it hangs reminds me of a flapper. My silk rose sash drapes her neckline as she stretches an arm in the doorway, crossing a heeled foot over her leg.
"Take a picture. Send it to them. Tell them, "Fashion Show!! We're gonna rock!!"
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