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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 20, 2006 20:39:22 GMT -6
The phone was balanced perfectly on her shoulder, her ear pressed into the top as her mother gave her proper dress etiquette. Anna only smiled, pulling out the dress her mother had go so long ago, and stared at it longingly.
It was nice. It belled out slightly at the bottom, but cut off at the chest, enough atleast to expose the bones from her neck and shoulders. Hm. Her mothers favorite dress. And the reason Anna was probably here in the first place.
'Are you going to wear the black one? Or--' "Yours." She smiled and lay it out slowly, spreading it out fully and brushing the lent off.
It was black at the bottom and as it went to the top it faded into red. A large bushel of material made the black rose on the hip and a sash to go around the waist.
They would be jealous...
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