Picking up the discarded dress from the floor, Sheila shakes it out a bit before neatly folding it over her arm. It would be a mess of wrinkles, but she didn't mind. It wasn't one of her best. She looks around for a moment, trying to decide where she should set it down.
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Date: 2009-11-21 08:01 am (UTC)