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The first few aisles carried extremely revealing designs, and even though I wanted to be liberal around Nikolai, I couldn't see myself in most of them. I bit my lips as she kept suggesting a few of the ones she thought were modest because, apparently, that was what Nikolai had asked her to give me. The problem was that her definition of modesty was very different from mime, and I couldn't shake off the thought that my mother would kill me if she saw me in one of those. I shook my head. She isn't here. I cut her off. She couldn't control my life anymore. Blindly, I grabbed a red one, and the attendant sighed in relief. "Do you want to go to the changing room? I will bring more in those styles." I nodded, and she immediately showed me to the drrssing room. "When you are done, you can wa
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