The clothes were strewn about the bed, an absolute mayhem of colors and patterns, nothing remotely matching, but Sylvia had promised herself that her child would make their own decisions for themself as to style and identity. They hadn’t gone too far over budget.
As Terry ran outside to play, Sylvia was proud and felt like she was making good parenting d…
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