...“and he was in his room with all his clothes, and he was looking at this wall-to-wall closet and wall-to-wall shoes. And he’d come out of his room with one thing on, and then he’d go back in, and then he’d come out of his room and he’d have something else on.” When Miles finally left the apartment, he scoffed at his life’s curses, muttering, “Bitches and clothes, bitches and clothes!” He’d finally decided what to wear — if only for a day.
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