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Cleo surveyed the contents of her closet, mentally removing item after item. Everything was out-dated, over-worn, or simply not what she was feeling like. And while she likely could inquire after a famous fashion designer to create her something new, that was the sort of overblown thing her sister did and far too often.
No, she'd pick out the least-mediocre thing she could find and make a few calls. Surely, she was not the only one despairing at a closet.
It did not take long to prove her hypothesis.
Nor did it take long for everyone to gather to shop.