Whenever I’m feeling lonesome or tired there’s always something I remember. It’s not much, but it doesn’t really take much. She was walking home with him after the campus meeting, and he asked her for a date, for next Friday night. “Wear that dress,” he said. “I like it.” She did wear me, of course (who turns down a command performance?) and then on two more dates, after. Then she met Frank, and Frank didn’t like me as much. That’s okay; I didn’t like Frank. But if I concentrate, I can hear him again. “Wear that dress. I like it.”
A Dress A Day 
Thank you for the lovely drabble….almost makes me wish I could be a dress.
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I just love these. More proof that good things come in small packages.
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Short and sweet, love it!
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i can’t stand frank myself!
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Cute story!
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loved it. It’s quite something how you can create a mood and a whole little story in just 100 words! PLEASE write the secret lives book!!!!!
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I dont like Frank either and I have never even met him!!!
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