Futureknight universe. A bistro in Paris. A girl day and goodbye.

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Brenda dug through the amazing amount of tissue paper that the tiny pink shopping bag held, then held aloft the lovely bra that she'd bought at the last shop they'd hit before stopping to eat. "Is it me, or are we just too big for most of what's available? I mean... I never realized that there were lady's sizes below zero before."

Her eyes flicked toward a floating paparazzi camera and then rolled as she folded the garment and put it away. "I know for a fact that I'm not fat."

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"I don't think enough has happened yet to call that to their minds. The fashion's only a little over a year old. It started when everyone noticed the oldest Rothschild daughter didn't seem to be growing up and she publicly announced that she'd had implants to keep her body from maturing."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

"That's... that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."