How dare I! How out of touch, how very last year! And the offence. Into a clothes shop he strode, not to browse, but with a definite plan, colour and size firmly in mind. The helpful assistant is furnished with these details and a frown creases her helpful brow. What colour, black, she holds her arm out and makes a circular motion which is taunting my eyes to see black in a sea of various hues of blue. Black is so last year, where have you been? And out the door I scuttled, rebuked and scorned.
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