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Prized Possession

Cynthia theatrically flung open the wardrobe. “Well?”

After an awkward pause, Greg said, “It’s…”

“I know! Isn’t it?” enthused Cynthia.

Greg paused. He wasn’t actually sure what he had been going to say. “It” was some kind of all-of-the-neons polka-dotted dress thing. “Yes,” he managed at last, “it really is.”