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Wax said she wanted to run to town today and I reflexively put on a pair of cargo capri pants and a polo shirt as the lightest short-sleeved shirt in the closet and went to walk the dog. But while I was walking and passively taking in the other people walking by me I realised that I had accidentally dressed up as the people I hated - suburban yuppies, the kind of people who show up in the Stockmann catalog! All I'd've needed would be some sport brand "casual" shoes like Puma mary janes or Nike slides/flip flops or, like organic leather loafers or something, and the illusion would have been complete. So I ran home and hastily changed into the black pleated skirt that I always wear as a Harry Potter costume to HP premieres and a striped tank. And a sparkly vintage flapper necklace. Whew! Crisis averted.

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