Brand names, the more famous the better. Parada, Armani, Emanuel Ungaro. Someday even Chanel and Balenciaga. Got to have them. Got to have them at bargain prices. I walk by classy thrift shops and I can’t resist going in. Sometimes they have stuff for practically nothing. Really great stuff. I am hungry for pretty things—for beautiful things. I don’t need to wear them. I just want to own them and touch the soft, silky fabric, to know they are mine. I want to feel rich—like I don’t have to worry about money or get one penny here, one dime there until I get a dollar, maybe 2. I want to make believe that I’ll have an actual place to dress up for, a place to show myself in the best.



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