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My closet didn"t hold child-sized apparel, thank goodness. In it, I found several dresses of striped satin, all in relatively plain colors. I supposed that was asylum uniform for patients, but a more upscale version. With a sigh, I closed the door. I"d keep my jeans, T-shirt, and faux leather jacket on as long as possible. After I"d been in the asylum for a day, it became clear that I"d be forced to change my clothes. First, they needed to be washed after having traveled to at least three different times and a place out of time, where I"d had to sit in the garden. Second, while Fae didn"t sweat and stink like humans, we did lose a certain amount of freshness. I hesitantly removed my garments in the en-suite bathroom, which thankfully had more modern accoutrements than my childhood privy