In my dream

In my dream it’s early morning and I’m making my way through midtown with only an empty cereal box to preserve my modesty. Luckily, department stores have just opened and the one I enter is hosting a celebration of a young designer who loves “superchubs” and dresses them in multilayered maribu suits and bulbus crochet body stockings. Three floors up is model casting. I want these clothes, want to be in them.

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