Alice was forced to cut the shopping trip short after six calls from my mother.
“Get home pagina now!” she demanded. “You shouldn’t be out in your condition.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m fine, mother,” I replied. “I’m not over exerting myself. Alice is doing all the shopping. I’m just sitting on a bench.”
That wasn’t exactly a lie. Alice was doing all the shopping as she was paying for it. I wasn’t sitting on a bench because there were no benches in a department store. I was in fact holding a little black dress up against me while looking in the mirror with my cell phone tucked...
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