With all those clothes in sight, Jules is considering putting out her cigarette then and there, as a terrifying mental montage storms through her mind with the force of a thousand inspiring eighties hits. She settles for just apologising quietly and resting it in the ashtray Ilde so considerately bought along, and then starts to nose around the clothes.
"Black sounds good, and I don't know what Audrey Hepburn looks like, exactly, so I imagine we're safe on that front." The sad disadvantage of living constantly on the move in a post-apocalyptic world; you learnt about some things, and thoroughly failed to discover others. "What about this one?"
There's so many clothes that it's almost overwhelming, but she fishes it out and holds it up. "Yes, no?"
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With all those clothes in sight, Jules is considering putting out her cigarette then and there, as a terrifying mental montage storms through her mind with the force of a thousand inspiring eighties hits. She settles for just apologising quietly and resting it in the ashtray Ilde so considerately bought along, and then starts to nose around the clothes.
"Black sounds good, and I don't know what Audrey Hepburn looks like, exactly, so I imagine we're safe on that front." The sad disadvantage of living constantly on the move in a post-apocalyptic world; you learnt about some things, and thoroughly failed to discover others. "What about this one?"
There's so many clothes that it's almost overwhelming, but she fishes it out and holds it up. "Yes, no?"