[ she’d been rubbing the fabric of the skirt between her thumb and forefinger, testing it. feeling the weight and flexibility, trying to imagine how it would hang on her once she gets it on. the statement gives her pause, the material slipping from her grasp. ]
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[ she’d been rubbing the fabric of the skirt between her thumb and forefinger, testing it. feeling the weight and flexibility, trying to imagine how it would hang on her once she gets it on. the statement gives her pause, the material slipping from her grasp. ]
Felicity. I... I can’t take your dress.