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“Johnny how do anda think this looks?” anda ask, holding up a black dress to you.

“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.

“Well, would I look good in it?” anda ask, twirling the dress around.

“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.

“Any clothes?” anda ask, scrunching your nose.

“But anda also look good in no clothes, if that’s what anda want to know,” he grins at anda like a little kid. “So could anda hurry up so I could see my favorit outfit on you?”