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Different Clothes
Emma quickly put the clothes on. Looking down she just shook her head. She was wearing a black turtle-neck skivvy and light grey suit pants.
Emma heard a knock on the door.
"Can I please come in?"
Blinking Emma nodded. "Sure."
Regina walked through the door and paused. "Well it's certainly an improvement but you need a hair cut."
Emma just stared at her. "I'm sorry but what kind of person wears clothes like this. What am I fifty?"
Regina frowned. "Hardly. I just enjoy the sophisticated look. Though no doubt you wouldn't understand."
Emma just looked at her, "You've got to be kidding me."
Regina defended, "I'm not, stop exaggerating. I think it looks smart."
Emma's eyes were as wide a saucers. "I can't believe you. Smart, that's what parents say to kids when they want to get them to dress up for church. Your delusional. Your lucky we're going shopping tomorrow. If your whole closet looks like this, you badly need a change. You're so lucky I found you in time."
Regina raised an eyebrow. "You found me?"
Emma smiled. "Well maybe not, but your still in desperate need and your just lucky I happen to be here."
Regina shrugged. "Today I was going to show you around town and defiantly get you a haircut."
"Good," Emma replied, "on the way I might make some suggestions."