Nelle spun in front of them. “Thoughts? Concerns? Opinions?” “No,” they both said at the same time. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I bother.” “Neither do we,” Max informed her friend. “Can we just get him clothes? Please.” “Fine.” Nelle motioned to a sales person. “I’ll take this. And we need clothes for this gentleman.” “I’m not wearing clothes from here.” “Why not?” “One reason: I’m not European. And I feel like you have to be European to shop here.” “He has a point,” Max muttered.
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