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LXIII: Mr. President, Aren't You Too Handsome?!
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"How about this one?" Denise walks out from the fitting room to show off the dress that's only just one of her options. It's the third dress she tried on.
Looking bored, Dylan replied, "Not bad."
"That looks good on you." Ulysses added.
Denise isn't satisfied with their responses. She thought it must be not the dress that suits her best. "Hmm... okay, let me try the other one."
She once again entered the fitting room to try the last dress she took with her.
It's a weekend and the three of them went shopping together. They're looking for attires to wear for their incoming graduation ball. It's a formal party so Denise is looking for an elegant long gown and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
Meanwhile, Ulysses and Dylan have yet to look for their formal suits. Denise is taking them too long. Even as energetic as Dylan is now bored. Ulysses, on the other hand, is patiently waiting, sitting beside Dylan.
"What do you guys think?" Denise finall
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