LBD She found the perfect little black dress in a tiny shop on the edge of town. It made her small bits look big and her big bits look small; it was the kind of garment a girl could fall for. But she had her eye on another. Stepping out of the taxi and skipping to the party, she couldn't help but notice other people wearing black too. Slimming, she supposed. Classic. She spotted Oliver through the crowd and made her way over, reaching out to touch his shoulder. She gave him a little smile and told him how sorry she was for his loss. Surrounded by lilies, the portrait of Oliver's late wife looked on reproachfully.
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