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and I will generate a number (1-35) for what my muse will say to yours (winter/holiday related).
29. That is the ugliest sweater.
Christmas had been just right around the corner, and needless to say, people were all rushing around; trying to get as much of the last minute shopping done as possible. Thankfully for her, sheâs managed to find some company, that being a good friend whom luckily had some time for her. Just as she walked right into the next store, her gaze fell on the sweater displayed at the front rack, her nose crinkled in disgust almost instantly. âI know Iâm not that good at fashion and all yet, but that has to be the ugliest sweater ever.â
An amused huff was all he could manage to spill out upon watching his friend's little distasteful expression while fumbling through the rack of clothes. If he had to be honest with himself, that kind of style wasn't all that bad-- not for him at least, but then again, people shouldn't trust him when it comes to fashion. At all. Regardless, he played along, walking over to her side and eyeing the sweater, shaking his head in disapproval with a light click of his tongue; though it was too obvious he was just faking it. "Wow, but who would even buy these? Ah, my eyes hurt now."