She remembered every time she had worn the red velvet dress… November 7, 2008
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She remembered the Kreblon recitals on Star Complex 5, and the raucous parties on V-E day. She remembered walking past the Hoovervilles after a show on Broadway. She had even worn it to the first inter-planetary mixer, and the last few good parties of the waning Roman Empire.
But she doesn’t wear the dress anymore. It has seen too much. It has become indifferent, obsolete, just like her father’s pocketwatch in the glove compartment…
Hey guys, I feel like making this into a short story.
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