“She looked really good today, like a young boy.”
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“No, not like a naughty schoolgirl. That’s just weird.”
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“No, I just said NOT like that at all. She wasn’t wearing any kind of skirt.”
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“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you couldn’t. She was wearing some very smart, grey knee-length shorts.”
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“Woollen, I think.”
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“Yes, yeah, she did have knee high socks on actually, pulled right up they were, so they almost met her little shorts!”
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“Oh really, how can people even walk in them? Ridiculous things they are. No, she had brogues on.”
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“Brown.”
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“Shirt yes, white no. It was a crisp light blue actually, neatly off-set with a medium width, maroon stripe tie.”
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“Right up to the collar actually. I think it was a Windsor knot.”
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“Yeah, she was wearing a little grey cardigan actually, though you couldn’t really see it that well under her blazer.”
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“Blazer. It’s like a suit jacket.”
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“Same maroon as the tie actually, quite dashing.”
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“Hair? Of course she had hair, she’s always got hair! What did you think, something had happened to it?”
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“Oh right, no, it wasn’t in pigtails, why would it be? How many young boys do you see roaming the streets with their hair in pigtails?”
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“Precisely. It was in a side-parting.”
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“Left to right.”
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“Facing her.”
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“I know. Hot right?”
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“Yeah. Piping hot. Like a sexy kettle.”
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