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What's that noise? A sewing machine, of course! Miranda's in the middle of a room, chairs and tables draped with reams of fabric and patterns rather haphazardly. But there seems to be some method in her maddness, as whatever she's working on at the moment starts to take shape into- well, something. Possibly a shirt. Or is it a pair of slacks?]
What's that noise? A sewing machine, of course! Miranda's in the middle of a room, chairs and tables draped with reams of fabric and patterns rather haphazardly. But there seems to be some method in her maddness, as whatever she's working on at the moment starts to take shape into- well, something. Possibly a shirt. Or is it a pair of slacks?]