"Niiina," Vette said, her voice a loud stage whisper. "Niiiina he got me shirts. And a scarf. And gloves."
She was quietly dying by inches. Really.
"He picked out clothes. He doesn't even wear clothes!"
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"Niiina," Vette said, her voice a loud stage whisper. "Niiiina he got me shirts. And a scarf. And gloves."
She was quietly dying by inches. Really.
"He picked out clothes. He doesn't even wear clothes!"