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Submitted to Contest #329
The years had started to waste away my edges till a talented seamstress with a love for vintage lace found me at an antique store down by the highway. Before I knew it I was back to nearly my former glory, time playing just a bit with color through my fabric. But sitting here in this boutique it seems like no one wants crisp white these days anyway. I’ve been only brought out to sample on a few rare occasions; something in the store owners mood, or the style of dress these women buy keeps me away at the top of the inventory closet, sealed up...
Julia grumbled to herself. It was her third walk to find the designated place to pee in the past two hours. How she let her friends talk her into camping for their girls’ trip to the Pacific North West she would never understand. It was stunningly beautiful here though. She found herself lost in thought, staring at the forest provided more shades of green than she’d ever seen back home. Laura and her joked earlier that they stepped into an alternate universe. “It feels like we’re in Twilight.” “I was gonna say the same thing!” Laura squealed...
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