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I found this picture of an awesome outfit, and so I'm gonna make a story out of it. I will show the picture later!

"What a cute sweater." I thought. I was admiring a nice white, knitted sweater through the store window of Style,

___to be continued in a moment___

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I was admiring a nice, white, knitted sweater through the store window of Kittens In Mittens. When I checked the tag, however, I whistled and walked away quickly. "No, thank you." I thought.

As I walked down the sidewalk, I was getting many odd glances. Nothing new. I was different from everybody else. Large sunglasses hid my eyes, and fingerless gray gloves on my wrists. As far as I could see, I was the only one wearing long, elbow-length gloves and tall boots during the summer.

I chuckled to myself and walked a little faster, my black boots clipping a nice little tune on the asphalt.

I NEED TO SEE PICTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :{

:) I not done yet!

Yes, I was different. True, I was exceptionally pretty, (the blue knee length dress set off my hair perfectly), and I wore jewelry like a fashion model, but I was different in another way. I was-

"Hey! Lady! Would ya move?" Suddenly, I whipped my head around to stare that the man screaming at me. I stopped walking, and put my hands on my hips. I ignored the fact that I was in the middle of the street, and just glared at the truckdriver.

He didn't look too healthy, and dirty clothes and a cigarette sticking out of the side of his mouth didn't make him look any prettier.

I flinched slightly at the sight of smoke curling out of the window of the truck. Terrible for the environment.

"Lady! You're standing in the middle of the road! Move!" he honked his horn, glaring at me. I glared right back. Although I suppose he couldn't really see my eyes out from under my sunglasses.

I could see him grounding his teeth from here. Don't ask how. I have exceptional eyesight. I didn't move for a moment, but then whipped my hair behind my shoulder and stalked off. The nerve of that man...

Suddenly, I ran into something - or rather, someone - with a thunk. I toppled to the ground, along with all of my shopping bags -

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