The Fitting Room

I’m leaning against the clearance rack when Justin Timberlake’s voice fills the store. He’s singing about his suit and tie, which seems appropriate since my daughter is in the fitting room trying on semi-formal dresses. As I lean, I look at the space below the fitting room door and see her feet—bandaids on the heels thanks […]

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