heavy in your arms

[ryler james bingham]

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

Ryler frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror. The boy had been letting himself go lately, he had no desire to do anything. Not even play with his cute little puppy; he was in a weird funk. He looked terrible; he had a Jesus beard, shaggy ugly uncontrollable hair, he had big black circles under his eyes, and he was really getting fat. He hadn’t been to the gym in ages. He just planted himself in his apartment in front of the television eating junk food, sleeping constantly and being a bit depressed. Nibbling on his bottom lip he leaned towards the mirror putting his face right up to it and squinted his eyes ”Wow your ugly,” he mumbled to himself as he began to stroke his beard.

Scrunching his nose he turned away from the mirror pulled off his t-shirt, jeans, and then slipped his boxers and hopped into the shower. Dragging himself off the couch and forcing himself to get up, go out of the house and actually do something was killing him inside. He really grew addicted to his couch and the comfort and safety of his apartment, going out into the world scared him a bit… especially with all the creepy vampires and fur-ball dogs running around. The boy had ran to the movie store and bought every vampire and werewolf movie that they had, just to learn a bit about them if he was going to be living amongst them.

Basically what he learned was with vampires comes death, no matter how hard they try to be sweet and caring and not evil. And werewolves… well the big fluff balls could go either way. They didn’t have a constant voice in there head saying eat a human eat a human eat a human so if he had to choose to be around one he would definitely pick the giant dog thing. But either way, he isn’t a fan of both of them. And it scared him to death knowing he had to go out and live his life with them running around, he had no idea how to tell them apart. I mean his best friend was a wolf and he had no flippin idea!

The boy took his sweet time in the shower, trying his hardest to procrastinate going out into the real world. Once he realized that he was all wrinkly from spending to much time in the shower he grabbed a towel off the towel rack wrapped it around his lower half and stepped out of the shower. Taking a giant step back to the mirror he leaned in again wiping his hand across it making it so he could see himself since he fogged it up. Next up he had to get rid of his very ugly beard. Shaving it hurt like a bitch but it didn’t take as long as he would have liked.

Rolling his eyes at himself he decided that he was being ridiculous. He had been out and about before and nothing had happened, and if he stayed in a popular place with lots of people he figured he would be fine. I’m sure the last thing a vampire or werewolf wanted to do would be to eat his face off in front of a bunch of people. So he’d go to the mall. He could use some new clothes. Maybe some shoes too… if he had the money. He was out of a job at the moment so money is a little tight.

Walking into his bedroom he grabbed a navy blue v-neck from his laundry basket, that was full of clean clothes he was just to lazy to put them away, a pair of blue jeans and hurried and got dressed. Hurrying back into the bathroom he brushed his teeth and smiled at his reflection. ”Much better” Turning he spotted his puppy lying at the door just watching him smiling he kneeled down and scratched him behind his ears, ”I’ll be back later and when I get home we can go play at the beach k?” To dog perked up and Ry chuckled getting to his feet and hurrying out the door snatching his keys in the process.

So the more he thought about getting out and about the more excited he got about it and the more vampires and werewolves seamed to vanish from his mind. It was a nice little break seeing as these last couple weeks he had scared himself so much that it wasn’t even funny… well it kinda is but kinda not. Hopping into his car he sped away heading towards the mall. Once he got there he flew into one of the parking places as far from the other cars as possible and hopped out, grabbing the grey beanie sitting on his passengers seat, and headed inside. His car = his baby. It was his graduation present from his parents, which was very unexpected and unnecessary.

This was the first time he had been to the mall since he moved to Forks; he liked to avoid this place as much as possible. He wasn’t the best at using the mall, he sucked at shopping, and he could buy everything he needed at Wal-Mart jeans and a t-shirt, why would he need to come here? He needed to get a few nice clothes though, so that’s why he decided to come… and there was a lot of people here so he would be safe. [: Walking through the doors he took one look around and shook his head having a hard time believing that he was actually at the mall. Willingly, his mom usually had to force him.

The boy slipped his grey hat into his back pocket; he only brought it just in case his hair dried way ugly. This post sucks bad. Ryler slowly began to walk through the mall, he decided it would be best if he walked around and looked at what stores this place then decide where he wanted to go rather than go into every freaking store. He was a bad shopper. Slipping his hands into his pockets he sighed and looked inside the stores as he passed them not really paying attention to where he was going.

[ ooc;; ] I suck at starting threads and I babble a lot when I do and that would explain why this one sucks [:

[giselle]

Her week sucked. She failed her math test on Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday she had to work on the stupid English project known to man and her group sucked. Thursday was the one day she actually didn’t mind school, but then when she got home kitten, Daisy, peed on her brand her plush carpet so she got upset. And now Friday, the beginning of her weekend and Giselle decided on some retail therapy. However, she was still stuck here in her last period class, her head lying on her desk and the boys who sat behind her tossed paper at one another. It was still really weird being here and being what she was…a vampire that is. Moving here from Australia had been surprisingly easier than she thought. She stuck out like a sore thumb, with her slightly tanned skin, bright blue eyes, red hair, her strong accent. Everything about her just screamed OUTSIDER…NEWBIE. But she didn’t let it faze her. Forks was the fresh start that she needed. She needed to make new friends, meet new people, and definitely learn more about the vampires that existed in the world. She had no clue about them until she was changed and her mother told her about her great uncle being a vampire. It explained so much. Why he looked so good for his age, why he always seemed to be perfect looking, why his eyes were the strange green that they were. All of it was very different, very new to her and she wanted to learn all about it and what this was. She wanted to know about THEIR history, not this boring stuff about the civil war her teacher was currently droning on about.

The bell finally rang, and boy was Giselle out of there. Luckily for her, she had flats on and was easily able to run to her locker, grab her purse and books, and run out to her brand new Hyundai. She needed to get to Port Angeles before the traffic began to build up. It was still fairly early, but it was the weekend. People would probably be trying to head home early and head out to do what they have to do before they arrive home. She quickly placed her keys in the ignition as she tossed her belongings into the passenger’s seat. No one ever sat on that side of her car. She never really drove with people much. One because people distracted the hell out of her and two because they were too scared too. As she revved up the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, it was no wonder why people were afraid. She was an animal behind the wheel. She never broke the law and never got a ticket, but she wasn’t a graceful driver. She had almost been the cause of a lot of accidents around here. She didn’t like how careful the drivers were and she didn’t like how small and cramped the roads felt. That was her excuse and she was sticking to it. In her sleek ride, her mind was set on all of the things she was going to buy---shoes, a couple of bags, maybe a dress or two. It was a good thing she had money and a large house with a large walk in closet otherwise she would have to find somewhere to put all of her old clothes such as a charity organization and she couldn’t bare with the idea of losing her clothes.

As she arrived at the mall, making great time in her opinion, she pulled into a parking spot quickly, not even checking to see if she was crooked or not. To be honest, she didn’t even care. All Giselle had on her mind was the shopping, the designer stores, and the shiny credit card she had in her wallet to buy it all. She grabbed her purse, stepped out of her car, and was off like it was a race. The small tiny red head made her way to her favorite store first before anywhere else---Aldo. They had the cutest heels, which she loved because they made her tall and she hated being super short all the time. As she walked into the brightly, air conditioned store, she felt like she was in heaven. As she glanced on the walls and shelves, she saw the cutest pair of white wedges which, of course, she just had to have. After finding a clerk to get them for her in her size, she sat down on the sleek black chairs and tried them on. They were a perfect fit and boy did they make her tall. With just that pair of shoes she felt like she was 5 inches taller. Suddenly, she felt so much better. She quickly went to pay for them and planned the find the next store she would shop at next. With her bag in her hand, she walked out of the store, her eyes wandering around the mall’s other stores and not the people who were walking around shopping themselves. Spotting that, across the way, there was a Charlotte Russe, which had the cutest dresses ever in the window, she smiled brightly and just walked right out to go over. And then she was stopped by something large and tall that she had ran into. A pole? No, it was too soft to be a pole. She shook her head as she tried to focus on what was in her way. When her blue eyes finally went back to normal and she looked up, she saw it was a boy she had run into. ”I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” she told him.

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[ryler james bingham]

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

Ryler scrunched up his nose as he eyes scanned the mall, the only thing that really stood out to him was the food court. That would probably be his first and last stop if something didn’t pop out at him soon. The boy stopped walking and turned around in a circle, if people were watching him he probably looked like he was in heaven because he looked freakishly happy and like a kid in a toy shop, but really he was just freakishly lost and out of place. this is the dumbest idea I think you have ever had Ryler.

The boy was minding his own business and was in his own little world considering leaving when someone just ran into him. It was very out of no where and very unexpected so he was a little bit like what is going on shaking his head getting his thoughts together he looked down at who had ran into him and instantly a smile came to his face. It was a kind of short red headed girl who was stunningly gorgeous. Now not only was he all like whaaaaa from getting ran into but now he had to figure out how to actually say words to this girl.

Looking at her kind of made him feel like he was in a dream. Everything about her looks seemed to be perfect. Every piece of her red hair was in place, her skin looked as soft as a baby’s bottom with not a blemish on it, her teeth were like… all there and really straight and white, and her blue eyes. They were gorgeous, this girl was just stunningly gorgeous! If she hadn’t ran into him he would be sure he was dreaming but the little sting he felt in his toe from her probably stepping on it told him that this was actually happening.

He flashed her a charming smile and looked down at his feet as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, not pink enough for her to notice… hopefully. He had this voice inside his head yelling at him to speak, to say something to her. Anything! Of course he couldn’t come up with anything to say. Not even an, it’s okay… if he didn’t say something though she was bound to run off and continue her shopping. Reaching up he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat before saying ”Oh it’s alright! I’m kinda just in the way…” wow what a retard. First impressions and first words are not what he is good at. At all.

But in his defense it is kinda difficult to come up with something charming and funny to say when you just got ran into and the girl who did it happens to be like… a dream girl. Taking a deep breath he reached up and brushed his fingers through his perfect dirty blond hair and looked down at the bag in her hand ”You seem to have this shopping thing down huh?” Alright… so he isn’t very good at first words or second words. He will get better I promise!!!

[giselle]

She normally wasn’t this klutzy. She was actually very poised and held herself very well. She had fantastic peripheral vision, which obviously failed at this point because she ran into this boy. When she finally got a really good look at him, she felt her throat get really tight, like all of a sudden a golf ball was there that wasn’t there before. He was a cute boy…a very good-looking boy. Oh no. She felt a little weird all of a sudden and didn’t know whether she should run away and risk looking like a fool or just stand there, have him think she was this weird creepy girl, and also look like a fool. Either way, she looked like a fool it seemed.

Giselle was um…a flirt failure…for lack of a better phrase. She sucked at flirting or even talking to boys period. She had those few close guy friends back in Australia, but that was different because she knew them from when she was like six and well, they were like brothers to her. She couldn’t flirt with them because they would just be gross and very very awkward. With this guy, she was just scared of sounding lame and weird. Her accent was heavy. The way he was staring at her was like he didn’t understand a single word she said. Now she would be the weird foreign exchange student person but without the exchange because she just moved here with her family, not for some program thing.

Oh it’s alright! I’m kinda just in the way…

Her blue eyes kind of looked at him as she tilted her head to the side like a confused animal. That was kind of an unexpected comment. Just kind of in the way? What did that even mean? He was shopping and all, or at least looking around because she Giselle got a better look at him, he didn’t seem to have any bags on him or anything. When he opened his mouth to speak again, he made a comment about her having the shopping thing down or something like that and Giselle looked down at her bags and laughed nervously. ”I had a bad week,”

[/b] she said, trying to mask her accent to the best of her ability. She was pretty sure she failed at it but oh well. She just didn’t want him to think she was a freak or something. She wanted to fit in here and everything. It was hard enough to make the very small pool of friends she made at Forks High School. She didn’t need enemies or bullies on her back too.

The silence between them began to grow a little and Giselle became an even bigger nervous wreck. What now? Did she just walk away and be like Okay well sorry again. Have a good day? Or did she try and make a conversation with the kid? Giselle rocked back and forth on her heels, her eyes darting between this boy and Charlotte Russe on the other side of the mall. ”Umm…I’m Giselle,”[/b] she told him, her voice going up an octave or two as if she was asking him a question rather than telling him when her name was. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[ryler james bingham]

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

Okay Ryler really needs to stop being weird and just starring at her like he’s never come in contact with a girl before. Because when Ry acts like this not only does it make for weird moments but also it probably doesn’t make her very comfortable. The boy was so nervous that he didn’t even hear her accent until she said she had this shopping thing down, hearing it brought a big smile to his face and he chuckled lightly. It added to her adorableness. Of course he wanted to be like where ya from? But he figured for one if he had an accent and was meeting people that would always be like the hot topic and one of the first things out of the persons mouth so it had to be kinda annoying, and for two if he didn’t completely blow it in these first few moments then well, he’d have later to ask her!

The fact that he still really couldn’t think of anything charming or nice to say was driving him nuts. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to talk to her, because he really really did, it was that he was still just kinda dumbfounded my by her looks. He was seriously acting like he was like an Amish boy who grew up in an all dude village and this was his first time seeing a girl before. Wtf, this isn’t normal. Her eyes drifted to something, probably the person waiting for her turning his head to look in the direction she was looking he saw a small group of girls, a store with the name he doesn’t know how to say. They looked a little to young to be this girls friend or maybe she just looked older then them. Should he let her go? That would probably be the nice thing to do… Put her out of her misery, but that’s not what he wanted to happen.

She introduced herself and he jerked his head back to her and he smiled widely extending his hand he said ”Nice to meet you Giselle, I’m Ryler.” at this point his voice sounded a little bit calm and more him and he was beginning to come out of the little dork mode that she seemed to put him in. Now that he was starting to not be all… weird, did he apologize for the weird moment? Or would that just form another weird moment? His eyes scanned her up and down, this time he wasn’t totally checking her out he was realizing that she looked really good and seemed to have really good style. OOOO! Maybe they can become like a team and like shop together! He hates shopping, it seems to be her therapy, I think it could work.

Clearing his throat he smiled at her and began ”So Giselle… I have this idea in my head.” He started talking like he had known her forever and like they were best friends, which he felt like was a good change from the silent-nss. ”I’m really bad at shopping, probably the worst person at it in the world, and looking at you… well you seem to be really good at it.” he didn’t really think of the potential weirdness that could come with actually teaming up with her, what if he drove her nuts? What if she drove Ryler nuts? What if they had nothing to talk about… again? Eh that wont happen, it would be fun! Like really fun, and if he had someone there to hopefully make him buy some clothes then he wouldn’t be such a tight wad. He’s been saving up money to go shopping because he really needs to so he cant leave here without a bag.

”If your not in a hurry or meeting someone and aren’t totally weirded out would you maybe wanna be my shopping buddy?” Turning his head he read the name of the store she had been looking at assuming that was what she was looking at because the group of girls was gone. ”We can start our mission at chariot russel or whatever it’s called!” Yeah that would be him trying to say the name of that store and just picking words that looked like it. He was kind of giving her little puppy dog eyes at this point because really he was like a fish out of water in this place and he needed help and yeah he’s desperate. [: Not much better but it’s getting there right?!

[giselle]

See the thing with Giselle was that she loved to talk. She loved meeting new people and getting to know them and all that jazz. But that was with people different than this guy standing in front of her. All the guys she ever got close to were like…not very attractive and/or guys she’d known forever and considered her brothers and that would be like a little weird to have a crush on your brother now wouldn’t? Being here in Forks was a little difficult for her, because she wasn’t used to anything. This was a small, quiet town with pretty much only three schools---the elementary, the junior high, and the high school. Transferring to a new school your senior year was difficult enough without adding in her awkwardness when it came to guys and the fact that she was like some sort of Australian import. The moment she walked through the doors of the high school, it was like all eyes were on her. She could hear their whispers about who she was, where she lived, where she came from. No one here knew that she had money, beside the fact that she had a pretty damn nice car. Actually, Giselle had three cars, but who’s counting? She didn’t live in town, she actually lived outside of Forks and yeah, her house was nice. Custom built on a 4 acre piece of land that her father purchased from the local native americans. The Quilietes? She couldn’t really remember what they were called, whatever. The point is, no one really knew her, except her one or two closest friends, if you can ever call them close. All of her best friends lived in Melbourne. No one would ever be able to replace them.

Snapping back to reality, she managed to come back just in time to hear the boy announce his name. Ryler. That was a name you didn’t hear too often, huh? She noticed a sudden shift in his attitude. Now he wasn’t that nervous wreck he was when she first bumped into him. He seemed to be getting more excited and upbeat, perhaps this was his true personality? What ever it was, Giselle just hoped he chilled out a little that way she didn’t get annoyed. That she disliked peppy people or anything, it just struck a nerve after a while. She wasn’t any calmer. She still felt a tad bit awkward, standing there rocking back and forth on her heels and playing with the handle of her shopping bag. She just didn’t know what to do. After the introduction theres the….what? Small talk? Giselle hated small talk. She also hated standing awkwardly in front of some guy she just met waiting for something to be said, but whatever. What Giselle really wanted to do was go to Charlotte Russe, buy some clothes, and run home and lock herself in her room because of th embarrassment she’s just experienced. She needed to find someone who could teach her how to flirt and she needed to learn pronto. This Ryler kid was really cute and he seemed really friendly and like someone she could potentially become close to…maybe? She didn’t wanna jump the gun, you know? First, she needed better guy skills and how she was going to get those, she had absolutely no clue.

So Giselle…I have this idea in my head. I’m really bad at shopping, probably the worst person in the world, and looking at you…well you seem really good at it.

Alright one, her name sounded really nice coming from his mouth, which was weird, but whatever. She kind of nodded at him as he spoke, wondering what he was getting at. And then he finally said that he wanted to know if she would be his shopping buddy and she froze. Oh crap, that meant that she was stuck with this guy and she didn’t know what to say or how to act and now she was beginning to break out into a sweat because she was so nervous. She twiddled her thumbs a little and shrugged her shoulders. ”I’m not really that great when it come to guys clothes,”

[/b] she admitted. Plus, she really wanted to go to Charlotte Russe and check out their dresses and stuff. They he said that they could go to ‘Charlot Russel’ and go from there and she giggled. God, he really was being kind of adorable right now. ”It’s CHARLOTTE RUSSE,”[/b] she said and she nodded her head at him. ”That sounds like a pretty fun idea. I have to warn you though, I get a little crazy when it comes to shopping. Don’t be surprised if I leave with over 5 bags of clothes.”[/b]
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[ryler james bingham]

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

For the record the girl isn’t really STUCK with Ryler, she of course has the option of telling him no. He can handle rejection pretty well it wouldn’t really be the end o the world. Except it might hurt a little more if the rejection came from Giselle, because you see she’s making his tummy go all funny and it’s a good funny. Usually when the good funny feeling inside the tummy disappears it hurts a little bit more then usual. But it wouldn’t be the end of the world; anyways I’m babbling the gist of it is that she isn’t stuck. And Ryler’s new mission in life is to drive her nutso. [:

He felt pretty confident that she was going to say yes to his offer and help him out, but when she said she wasn’t the best with guy clothes was when he started getting nervous. He began nibbling on his bottom lip and found himself looking at his feet instead of her, looking someone in the face when getting rejected was more painful then looking at your shoes, it was one of the many tips he’d learned throughout his life. Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets he began thinking of a way to play it off cool if she said no, what was he thinking? She was far to stunning to kick it with Ry.

”Oh that’s okay, you don’t have to be good at guy clothes. I’m not very good at it either.” Hopefully that would help him get her to say yes. When he heard the soft sweet giggle come from her, which sounded like pretty music to his ears I must add, he felt like there was still a little bit of hope. Peeking up at her when she corrected the way he said the name without thinking he just blurted out ”Sorry I don’t speak shopaneese.” he smiled weakly and that’s when it hit him that he probably just said the dumbest thing ever. He was mind kicking himself at the moment.

He saw a nod come from her. YES!! Instantly a large smile came to his face, she said it was actually a fun idea. This was nice, very nice of her. [: He chuckled when she said she got a bit crazy ”I cant wait to see your crazy shopper side, it sounds cute!” Ryler moved so that he was next to her and he cautiously placed his hand on the small of her back and kind of did that thing to make the girl start walking. Hopefully you know what I’m talking about because I can’t think of the word to describe it. [:

Ry kind of stayed a little bit behind her so that he could just kill himself. He slapped his forehead for his dumb comment and mumbled very quietly to himself ”Don’t blow it you retard.” The next thing he knew he was standing just inside Charlotte Russe with this blank look on his face as his baby blue eyes took a look around. What was he getting himself into? He had a hard time in a Walmart. As he looked around at all the people in here, which were mostly girls, he looked back at Giselle and smiled widely. He was definitely with the best looking girl here, and well probably everywhere but yeah.

”So I’m thinking I’m gonna follow you… I’m bad when it comes to guy clothes I doubt I’m any better with girls kind” he gave her a soft smile. But then the next thing he knew something distracted him, an item of clothing ”Oh hey!” and he instantly headed over towards it. He was gonna put in a genuine effort into this, and he was probably going to make a fool of himself but that was okay. It was a dress type thingie, he thought it was really nice looking snatching it off the rack he held it up ”What about this!!?”

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[giselle]

Alright so step one was out of the way—introduce yourself. Giselle quickly tried to remember the 2nd rule of flirting with a guy. She was smiling like crazy and batting her eyelashes and trying to be all cute, but was it doing anything at all? She nervously began twirling a strand of her hair as Ryler took the lead and led the two of them to the store she had been eyeing up for the past twenty minutes or so. As his back was turned to her, she hurridly whipped out her cell phone and went to her best friend’s name in her contact list. Giselle was in a bit of a pickle and, as always, Bree was there for her through every other time, why not now? Bree had the best advice when it came to guys. She had been dating a different guy almost every week since they were in the 8th grade. A lot of people were like “oh she’s a whore” or whatever, but Bree really wasn’t. She was just extremely high maintenance and she’d be like “oh I love him” and then he would do something stupid or silly, such as sneeze on her favorite Louis Vitton purse and she’d break up with him and say he ruined her life. Melodramatic? Just a tad, but she and Bree had been best friends since they were one. They were totally opposites of one another, in more ways that just the whole guy thing, but the were like sisters separated at birth. She prayed and hoped that Bree would quickly text her back, so she started a new message and quickly typed away, her blue eyes looking up at Ryler every once in a while hoping he wouldn’t turn around.

TO: BREE

ran into a cute guy. now spending some time with him. S.O.S. what am i supposed to do?!

She shut her phone, threw it back into her purse, and hurried her pace until she was in step with Ryler. She blushed a bright red when he said her shopper side sounded cute. That was awfully nice of him, but she was kind of wondering what that meant. Plus, her crazy shopper side wasn’t very cute, it was actually kind of like…angry and mean. She’d easily pounce on someone just to get her hands on the last pair of Michael Kohr’s heels or that gorgeously designed Coach purse. Some people would consider her a shopaholic, but she really wasn’t. Years of shopping and she wasn’t in debt…she never even worked a day in her life. Her parents, rich as they were, didn’t believe in getting money handed to them. All that money gained through inheritance and they still hadn’t touched it. Giselle needed to learn the value of money herself, but for right now, she was enjoying all of this. The not having a care in the world and just buying stuff she wanted because she could. It was fun and nice and very very enjoyable.

Her phone beeped as they walked into Charlotte Russe. She watched Ryler run over to a rack of clothes and she quickly took out her phone to read Bree’s reply. DON’T BE A WUSS. FLIP YOUR HAIR, TEASE HIM A LITTLE, JUST MAKE SURE YOU GO HOME ALONE (; Giselle rolled her eyes. Well that was certainly no help, Bree. She sighed deeply as she put her phone away and Ryler ran over with an off the shoulder, black with subtle detailing dress. It was really cute and totally her style. Giselle smiled and took the hanger away from him as her eyes stared at the dress. Well, Ryler, I think you’re a liar,” she joked, smiling at him brightly. ”This dress is totally my style. Great eye,”

[/b] she told him as she walked over to another rack of clothes.
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