The World’s A Dress
Fabulous. Originally meant "mythical," beyond belief. Literally, "told in fables."
Maybe, but there it was. And the dress was fabulous. The colors, the materials, the cut – everything was right, without being the slightest bit over the top. It was perfection.
And for once, I could pull it off. I was never a clotheshorse, but this worked, perfectly. It was like it had been designed for me, or maybe like I was designed for it. The men were all over me. The women, too, those so inclined. I was unstoppable.
I had to destroy it, of course. Before it destroyed me.
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