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Stella the Weird Designer

Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block. She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten We thought she was nuts, even way back then. No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella. She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella. There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess. I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess. Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City. Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty. She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue. We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.

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