Unwanted

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The doors are unlocked and the new day begins. Another day for the elegant women to pass me by. They point and laugh from the opposite end of the store. Apparently, I do not meet their standards. "A sea of floral is just not suitable for the middle of the winter", they laugh. I am the last of my kind. Today is my last chance to be noticed, otherwise my fate is the clearance rack. My only hope is for an unfashionable person with no idea about the current style to buy me. It is a drag being last season's dress.





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