Imagine this situation: Alarm is blaring at 7 am and you have 45 minutes to pull yourself together to make an 8 am bus to the city for a job interview. Teeth, hair, makeup...SHIT I have like five minutes left. You rip the outfit off the mannequin and make sure you look FABULOUS...therefore spending your last seconds examining every pore in your face. You are about to run out of your room when you look back and see this sad, sad image: Coco naked. What's a girl to do? Miss the only bus to make sure her inanimate friend is fully clothed or let it be and solve the solution when she returns? The sane, less psychotic solution is clear. However, that is not the case and it is a heartbreaking situation in which I hate leaving Coco in. This is simply a post of acknowledgement. Sorry Coco.
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