[To say Shelke was a bit overwhelmed would have been a remarkable understatement. She could barely recall what she wore during the hazy, lost years of her childhood. And it wasn't as though her options would have changed much, considering what Hojo had done to her. So the racks and racks of clothing in the store they entered, the mannequins and shelves, all full of clothing (most of it probably too big) had her eyes a bit wide, her steps faltering once they were inside.]
Ah...
[A soft, hesitant sound, that trailed off into a sigh.]
I do not to where to start. My sister always took me shopping, and that was so long ago...
[She was glad Elena had pressed her on things like that. Looking like a child but acting like an adult had gotten her strange enough glances since she'd started helping the WRO.]
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Ah...
[A soft, hesitant sound, that trailed off into a sigh.]
I do not to where to start. My sister always took me shopping, and that was so long ago...
[She was glad Elena had pressed her on things like that. Looking like a child but acting like an adult had gotten her strange enough glances since she'd started helping the WRO.]
Sorry.