Bears and Interdependence
“Lindsay,” Courtney growled, “why the heck am I wearing this…piece of material?!”
Lindsay pouted at her. “So that a lot of boys would come to the booth,” she answered. “I told anda that you’re awesome-ly pretty, but your wardrobe is too…not showy. I mean, it’s really stylish…if you’re going to a funeral.”
Courtney scoffed. “I am not wearing black, though!”
“Or maybe church!”
Courtney sighed heavily and looked at herself at the full-length mirror. She grimaced. She was wearing what looked like school-girl clothes. She wore a plaid skirt...
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