Sometime back in May, Dave found a Banana Republic bag in his car. The bag has a brand new, extra small blouse in it, with the sales receipt. It was purchased with a debit card, but the receipt in the bag doesn’t list a name. After running through a list of everyone who has been in the car, neither one of us can figure out who it belongs to. No one will claim it. The other thing is, I really can’t picture anyone I know wearing it. It’s sort of a purple leopard print-esque pattern, but a very conservative, almost masculine cut.
The bag has been sitting on my dresser for weeks now, and I don’t know what to do with it. The shirt fits me, but I’d never wear it.
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