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“Johnny how do te think this looks?” te 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?” te ask, twirling the dress around.

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

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

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