The work tables were covered in a thick layer of old, threadbare, worn out clothes today, including shirts, socks, and hats, all full of variously sized holes. There were needles and thread in every color to match the clothes, and it all smelled faintly like mothballs. Eliot scowled at it all
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The moment she was given the go-ahead, she was going to dive on that pile to dig around for something that was her.
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Clothes! Clothes for her! These would be much more useful than that loaf of bread she still had from last week!
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And yes, it's something I've done multiple times. :P
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