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Jess and Her Clothes
Jessica Parker had always been a quick learner. At only 5 months she was crawling across the apartment floor, supported by the delighted squeals of her mother, and could wobble down the corridor at just 10 months. Her bright blue eyes always seemed to be quizzically assessing the rooms she was in and for a small child her face was extremely expressive. Which is why her delicate features rearranged themselves into a puzzled look when she heard a shriek from her mother early one Monday morning.
"Damien!" she stormed into the room, her usually cheery face morphed into one of horror. In her hands she clutched alot of brightly coloured material. Jess' twelve year old brother Damien skidded round the corner, already knowing he was in trouble.
"Look what you did!" she waved the multicolour pile of cloth dramatically in his face.
"I asked you to separate the clothes for the wash. One simple thing. And look!" She held the clothes forward so the young boy could get a look at the mess he'd made.
"Ruined! All Jess' clothes." She flopped theatrically into the cream coloured armchair that sat in the living room.
Jess' mum was always over acting and exaggerating things. She had been going to do drama at college but got pregnant with Damien at only sixteen, and so had given up on her studies. She was forced to get a job at the local store to try and support the two of them when her boyfriend left. She was 27 when she got pregnant with Jess; unfortunately she still worked at the same shop she had been with since she was sixteen, which also meant they were rather strapped for cash and couldn't afford new sets of clothes, especially when Jess' dad left too.
Her mum sighed and sat down next to Jess on the floor, splaying the clothes out in front of the infant.
"What do you think sweetheart? Can you live with multicoloured clothes?" The little girl seemed fascinated with her own clothes. The colours of the clothes varied from reds, pinks and yellows to blues, purples and the occasion browns; all merged together in one swirling vortex of tie dye baby grows. Jess giggled and tentatively reached out to touch them but quickly retracted her hand when it made contact, her giggling growing.
"You like them?" Her mum asked in disbelief. Her forehead creased in concern making her young face look marginally older.
"My daughter has a weird taste in clothes." She muttered shaking her head before picking up her child and one of the outfits to change her into; it was swirls of reds, pinks and greens that all clashed horribly with each other but little Jess just clapped merrily, smiling a toothless grin the whole way.
Jess and her mother returned from getting the former ready for nursery (Damien was going to a friend's). Jess was looking down at her vibrant wardrobe every few second in awe and excitement and her mother muttering about 'much needed fashion sense'. Neither of them realised what this one mix up would lead to as they headed out the door.
Jessica Parker would always have extreme fashion. And she only had her brother to thank.
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"Come on Jess, let's go!" her mother called from the living room. However, a four year old Jess was stood in her room in front of two outfits that lead on her floor. And she didn't know which to go for. It was going to be her first day of school today and she wanted to make a good impression. The first was a neon orange top with light blue jeans and her white flower print sandals, the second was a white tee with a pair of green dungarees and her bubblegum pink trainers, which lit up with every step she took.
"Jess we're going to be late." Damien called.
"I don't know what to wear!" Jess wailed. She heard her brother sigh loudly in a sarcastic manner, almost saying 'If I must', and a clatter of footsteps before the joking face of her brother popped round her door.
"You're going to school not a fashion shoot, Jessie." He shook his head teasingly at his little sister's silliness. She sniffed. A couple of tears escaped as her eyes widened and her bottom lip slipped into a pout. He rolled his eyes at her and opened the door fully before sauntering in. When he saw the two items she was stuck between he raised his eyebrows.
"They're... bright?" the little girl beamed through her tears as if that was the best complement she could've asked for. Damien looked from his little sister to the two outfits on the floor. He cocked his head, his eyes scrutinizing the flamboyant material. Then eyed his sister with speculation. "Why don't you wear both?"
The little girl looked down at the clothing then at her brother. She folded her arms and cocked her hip, and then shook her head over dramatically "Day-men" she still couldn't pronounce his name "I can't wear jeans with dungarees! That would look silly!" Damien resisted the strong urge to roll his eyes.
"No Jessie, wear the white t-shirt with the jeans and your sandals." Then you won't look like an advertisement for neon wear when you walk down the street. He finished in his head.
"Fine." She sighed exasperatedly. "Now shoo." She smirked at his affronted face as she made a shooing gesture with her hands. He ambled back out of her room at a snail's pace, just to spite her, until she was shoving the backs of his legs to get him to move faster. He laughed at her failed attempts before finally taking mercy on her and walking normally the rest of the way and closing the door behind him. He heard her huff indignantly on the other side of the door before muttering 'Brothers!' He snorted at his sister's comment; she was always trying to act older than she was.
Five minutes later a voice shouted 'I'm ready' before the patter of tiny shoes was heard and Jess came sprinting out of her room carrying her school bag. Her mum was in such a hurry to get them both to school on time she didn't take in what her daughter was wearing. Damien did. In fact, he had to restrain a wild snort of laughter that had bubbled up at Jess' appearance.
"I thought you were going to wear the white t-shirt and jeans?" he asked as they made their way to the car.
"Nope." She popped the 'p' on the end of the word. Damien chuckled.
Half an hour later Jess had been dropped off at her new school and was now sat in a blue plastic chair that creaked every time she moved. The teacher had already been introduced but Jess hadn't been listening, she had been looking for someone nice looking to sit by. In the end she picked the seat next to a blonde girl with pigtails who was wearing a pink t-shirt and purple trousers. The blonde girl turned to Jess and said "My name is Annabel. I like your clothes." Jess beamed at the girl called Annabel.
"Thank you. I'm Jess." Jess replied "Do you want to be friends?" Annabel nodded vigorously.
At that moment Jess made friends with Annabel, who she'd be friends with for years to come.
All over her orange t-shirt with her green dungarees.
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"Go on Jess. Give us a twirl!" Jess' Aunt Maddie exclaimed. A grin stretching over Maddie's face, her laugh lines emphasized, and her eyes were sparkling with laughter. A five year old Jess gave a wobbly twirl then attempted a curtsey. She was wearing her new clothes, a present from her Aunt, and her mother's heels, which were much too big. Aunt Maddie had come to the apartment baring gifts because Jess, who had always been exceptionally bright, had excelled beyond her peers in school and was now having to be moved up. She was now officially sharing a class with the, incredibly intimidating, Year 3's.
Her Aunt had thought this was a call for celebration and had taken Jess on a shopping trip and brought her some new clothes as a treat. And had afterwards taken her to one of those fatty chain restaurants that she loved, unfortunately Jess was sure after eating so many greasy fries and calorie packed goodies she may not be able to fit into her new clothes. But she could, and now she stood in a pink t-shirt, yellow cardigan and a dark blue skirt; giving a fashion show to her Aunt, brother and Mum, swirling round and posing as if she was on a catwalk.
Her Aunt had bought her matching clothes that were colour co-ordinated. However Jess thought they looked much better if you mixed them up. Soft browns and pinks being mixed and thrown in with vibrant reds and violets. Her family were having a good laugh at not only Jess' bold fashion statement but also her mother's horrified face. Her mum had always been one for lively colours but also for everything matching. Which Jess just didn't seem to like applying to her dress sense.
"Be careful Jess. Don't break your ankle in my heels." Her mum warned as she righted herself from a particularly close topple. Aunt Maddie had been all for buying Jess heels as she thought she was a big enough girl now, her mother wasn't too keen on it however. ("She may learn lessons with 7 year olds but she's still only five!" Her mother had claimed during the argument.) Jess had always wanted heels, they made her feel older and it might make adults stop treating her so young, but her mother would not be swayed. So in retaliation her Aunt had nicked a pair of shoes from Jess' mum's closet and lent them to Jess for the fashion show that was being put on.
Jess was snapped back into the conversation when Damien (now 16 years of age) snorted loudly at something Aunt Maddie had said.
"She'll graduate uni before I do!" he quipped back, his booming laugh vibrating the walls of the enclosed apartment. Maddie joined in. When Aunt Maddie laughed the crinkles round her eyes became more visible and her mouth stretched wider showing all her teeth. Occasionally if she was laughing really hard she would snort or hiccup. Jess liked it when her Aunt laughed, which was a lot, it made her want to laugh. Jess had once claimed her Aunt had a 'happy aura', like a bubble around her and if you got in it you were immediately happy. Her family had laughed at that and had teased her for days.
After all the clothes had been tried on and it started to get dark her Aunt announced her departure, but not before she took Jess aside. "Next time you get moved up in class we'll do this again, yeah?" Jess nodded vigorously.
"And next time we'll get even brighter clothes, just to annoy mum, yeah?" Jess nodded again.
"And," Maddie paused, Jess' eyes widened in anticipation "next time," her Aunt smirked, crouching down til she was eye height with Jess "I'll get you some heels."
Jess' eyes got even bigger and her mouth dropped into an 'O' shape as her Aunt winked before sauntering out the front door with only a called goodbye to her mother and brother. Jess stared at the front door a long while after it had been closed. Slowly Jess' facial expression had changed from shocked to longing to sheer excitement. A while later Damien walked in from the lounge carrying a pile of empty plates they'd eaten from before and was heading into the kitchen, when he saw Jess' expression he stopped.
"What're you so happy about?" Jess' eyes were bright but her smile was brighter. Her grin held awe, happiness, anticipation and completely dominated her small face. Damien thought she looked close to Aunt Maddie when she smiled like that, then Damien realised if she smiled like that, he was going to have to beat the boys off her with a stick.
"Nothing." They young girl giggled, the sides of her mouth pulling up even higher, if that was even possible "But I'm gonna work extra hard in class."
And she would, and she'd get moved up even further. And true to her word her Aunt would go out and buy her a pair of bright heels and even more mismatched clothes.
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A sombre seven year old Jess was sat next to a numb 18 year old Damien. They were sat in a church watching the curtains close for the cremation. On Jess' other side was her Aunt Maddie. She was bawling. Crying didn't suit her Aunt. Her 'happy aura' as Jess had called it, had turned into a 'sad aura' casting a spell over those in the church darkening and deepening the mood to an all time low. And everyone in the room was depressed enough.
People had shuffled up to her and Damien. Consoling her brother on his loss and telling Jess that 'she had gone to a better place'. Her Aunt had thought Jess intelligent and old enough to tell her the truth. That Jess' mum had been involved in a car accident on her way back from work; a drunk driver had cut through a red light and hit the driver's side... it was then that her Aunt had started to cry. But as intelligent as Jess was she still half expected her mum to come barging in, wearing her bright, but colour co-ordinated, clothes and ask everyone why they were moping around.
Jess looked down at her black dress, cardigan and shoes. Then at Damien in his dark clothing. Even the room was dark; a storm was brewing outside, casting next to no light through the windows. The flowers on the coffin were black too ("Black Calla Lilies" her Aunt had told her). Jess didn't like the gloominess the dark colours created; they practically radiated despair and loss. Jess knew her mum wouldn't have liked them. She was always a cheery, bright person.
Jess' young mind had trouble wrapping itself around the idea but Jess knew, deep down, that her mum wasn't coming back. That she would never see the young face of her mother smiling at her, making pancakes for breakfast, when she groggily emerged from her room in the morning. She would never see the look of pride on her mum's face next time she got moved up a class or got given harder work. Never hear her mum complaining about her job but still putting on her brave face every time her or Damien walked into the room, usually from their eavesdropping spot (that mum knew about). Or hear her mum singing as she cooked and let Jess lick the spoon or hear her sigh and say in her mocking stern voice 'Jessie, what are we going to do about your outrageous dress sense?'. Because Jess knew secretly her mum loved her style of clothing.
Jess' small face crumpled into a mask of pain. Hot, salty tears brimmed over the edge and cascaded down her blotchy red cheeks. Each one faster than the last. Her eyes turning puffy and her nose running. She had accepted, on some level, she was never going to see her mum again. Jess pulled her legs up into her chest and then wrapped her arms around them, trying to make herself even smaller than she already was. She squeezed herself until she couldn't breathe. Hoping to forget, wanting to. Yet the memories of her mother sped past her closed eyelids like someone pressing fast forward on a movie. Faster and faster until they were just blurs of colour whizzing through her mind making her dizzy with grief.
When Jess peeled back her eyelids the ceremony had finished. People were standing up and consoling the immediate family. Jess, however, didn't want to be consoled. She didn't want to make it final, didn't want to believe. Her mum couldn't be gone. Her mum was like an unstoppable force of nature, she was always supposed to be there, all parents were. She couldn't have just... vanished and not come back. Suddenly the solemn face of her Aunt and the dead, emotionless face of her brother appeared next to her. They took her hands and were leading her to her Aunt's car and her new home. Jess didn't want to leave, she felt like she was hollow, like someone had carved out her insides as if she was made of wood. Or maybe, it was because she felt like she was leaving a bit of herself behind.
She stopped, her hands slipping from her Aunt and brother's grasp. She turned and looked at the church from the double door exit/entrance. The black and grey merge that were the mourners had now dispersed into the biting February chill. The dark room empty and morbid. A note of melancholy hung in the air, leaving the atmosphere thick and heavy, pressing in on them from all sides. The storm clouds rolling on in the grey sky, closing in over them like... like a coffin lid. Fresh tears covered the dry tear tracks on Jess' cheeks. She sniffed once, she knew her mum would have hated the grim colour that today had held and promised that she would wear the brightest clothes she could find. In memory of her mother.
Because Jess' mum had always secretly loved Jess' fascination with lively colours.
JessAndHerClothes
"O. M. G. Jez! We can totally paint your nails and do your hair and it'll be, like, epic!" Macy was darting round the dorm like a bouncy ball in an enclosed space. Her blonde hair flying out behind her as she tried to locate a mysterious object, she was talking a million miles an hour and Jess only caught half of what she was saying.
"Um, Jez?" Jess asked, uncertain of what it was and having heard it several times in the quick procession of words that were hurled at her.
"It's your name, silly!" Macy had paused her actions to say this "Are you sure you're ready for uni, I mean, you don't even know your own name!" Half joking, half serious.
"Yes." Jess said determinedly "It's just, no one has ever called me 'Jez' before."
"Well, Jessica is such a mouthful and sound so prim and proper. Honestly! Like, how do you expect to pull round here if you've got a name like Jessica!"
Jess resisted the urge to roll her eyes and state 1) Jessica was only 3 syllables, 2) She preferred 'Jess' and 3) She didn't intend to 'pull' because she came to uni to work. Even if she was only fifteen (she'd been moved up alot). But instead she just replied with a simple "Oh."
"Okay so, like, my boyfriend Brennan is coming round to take me to a restaurant in a few but when I get back I'm so gonna give you a make-over!" Macy grabbed the item she had been looking for, which turned out to be a sparkly silver clutch, and hurled herself towards Jess, who flinched back slightly but Macy didn't notice.
"Mwah! Mwah!" She kissed both of Jess' cheeks before scurrying out the door, leaving Jess slightly dizzy.
Jess looked round the room nervously, half expecting for Macy to come popping out from behind one of the boxes of her stuff. Macy was the over helpful, stereotypical bimbo cheerleader type. The complete opposite of Jess. Who was the nerdy bookworm stereotype, with short, light brown hair that some may call mousy. But Jess broke the stereotype with her eccentric dress style. Which had become brighter since the death of her mother.
Ding.
Jess whipped out her phone from her pocket.
1 new message.
Annabel.
Even though Jess had been moved up and raced ahead in academics she still remained friends with the blonde girl with pigtails she'd met on her first day of school all those years ago.
Heyy smarty-pants. How's uni so far? Any cute lads?
Annie xx
Jess laughed. Annabel was one of those girls who knew anything and everything about guys. And she used it to her advantage. She loved guys and guys loved her. She could tell if a guy would be a better friend or boyfriend from the first five words out of his mouth. And could also tell a gay guy from a straight guy just by looking at them. Jess just assessed their fashion taste. And intelligence. In fact, together they made quite the team.
Hi. i only just got here!
So, so far so gud.
And im not on the lukout 4 a guy, sides they're all 18 and im just 15! Eeeww!
Roommate's... bubbly? In the most understated form.
Talk 2 u soon. Cya xx
Jess missed Annabel loads. She couldn't wait for the first holiday break so she could go back and visit, because she was too far away for just a weekend call. Jess sighed to herself and threw her phone onto her new bed and then proceeded to plonk down onto the mattress as well. Jess picked up one of her course work books and started reading about the technology program she'd be doing. A couple of hours had passed and Jess had been completely absorbed by her book, which is why she didn't notice when Macy came skidding back in.
"Jez!" she shouted, as if it had been years since she'd last see her roommate. Jess jumped so hard the book slipped from her hands and landed with a heavy thud on the ground. Macy looked at the book like it was going to grow legs and charge at her, she then looked at Jess and then back at the 562 page book, which Jess was itching to pick back up and carry on reading.
"Eww!" Macy drawled out "What is that thing?"
"It's a book." Jess said slowly "Are you sure you're ready for uni?" Jess turned Macy's previous words against her. Macy gave her a 'duh' look and then gained back all her energy by bounding over to the closet, it hadn't slipped Jess' notice that she didn't answer the question.
"So, Brennan said there's a party on campus at Jay and Richard's dorm. You up for it?" A false smile plastered on her face. Jess sensed an ulterior motive at work.
"Nah, I was just going to stay here. You know, get settled in and all that." Jess trailed off at the look of sheer determination in Macy's eyes.
"Oh, but I insist! And I can dress you up and do your hair. I'll make you look pretty, honest!"
"Um...thanks?"
"'Sides, I need a winggirl." Macy said while shoving Jess into a chair and running her bright pink sparkly talons, sorry, nails through Jess' hair.
"A what?" Jess winced as Macy's claws scratched her scalp
"Like a wingman, but for girls."
"Don't you have a boyfriend? Brennan?" Jess asked having only heard his name a couple of times she was uncertain whether she'd got it right.
"So?" Macy asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.
"Never mind." Jess shook her head "Just wondering." She covered.
"Great! We're going to have so much fun at the party!"
"But I-"
"You are going, right?" Macy voice suddenly took on a dangerous tone Jess hadn't heard until now.
"Umm..." Jess squeaked. She didn't really know what to say, unfortunately it wasn't the right thing as Macy took that for a 'Of course I want you to cake my face in make-up, put me in a dress that looks like a shirt and some she-devil heels'. When Jess had seen what she looked like she did a double take. Yes, granted, she looked like a bit of a slut but she looked older, a hell of a lot older in fact. Something Jess had always attempted but never really succeeded in. Who knew all it took were heels and a short dress.
Later on Jess would always remember that day as the day from where she turned from book-y shy Jessica to older looking, yet still studious, Jess.
Macy was the reason why Jess wore short skirts and high heels. After living with her for 2 years Jess also picked up Macy's bright attitude and the ability to talk faster than the speed of light. It was this Jess had to thank Macy for.
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19 year old Jess was just popping down to the locker rooms to pick up her bag before heading home when she heard them "And have you seen her dress sense?" One of the soldiers at the ARC laughed loudly followed by his companion's chuckle. Jess froze behind the door to the locker rooms. She knew, she just knew, that they were talking about her. "Not that I don't appreciate the view those short skirts give me," Jess subconsciously tugged her skirt lower "but the colours hurt my eyes!" Another round of laughter was heard from the two men.
"And we know it's just to get a certain Captain's attention." The second man jeered.
"He must be colour blind not to notice!" The first man snorted.
"Or just plain blind. The way she throws herself at him is just-" Jess didn't want to hear anymore. She turned on her heels and left quickly, trying to stop tears escaping. Today she had been overloaded with work, a particularly bad creature incursion that had happened had left her slightly shaken and now this.
Jess made it to her car and sped home, she collapsed on her bed without even bothering to change, and fell asleep with tears running down her cheeks as she played over what the soldiers had said over and over before she slipped into unconsciousness.
The next morning Jess woke groggily, stretching her cramped muscles, her clothes stiff from sleeping in them. She brushed her teeth and went to change into her normal attire (short skirt, bright top and matching heels) when the conversation the two soldiers had floated back into her head. She walked into the hall and knocked timidly on Abby and Connor's door.
"Come in." Abby's voice shouted through the door. Jess pushed open the door and quickly realised Connor must be in the bathroom or something because he wasn't here. Which was perfect.
"Abby?" Jess shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously. Abby wanted desperately to ask why Jess was still in her clothes from the night before but restrained herself.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could do me a favour..."
When Jess walked into the ARC, heads turned, mouths dropped and one tech's cup of coffee overflowed, scolding his hand, because he was paying more attention to the field co-ordinator than the drink.
Jess pretended not to notice any of this and carried on her day as normal. She didn't get fazed even when Lester asked her if anything was wrong (he actually sounded concerned) or when Matt started gaping at her when she handed him a file, however, when Becker strolled into the Main Ops room later that day and noticed Jess is when it happened.
"Jess?" his voice coated with surprise. Jess felt strangely smug, it took a lot to surprise Captain Becker, but she'd done it.
Becker walked over to Jess, his jaw practically hitting the floor. She was wearing baggy dark jeans, a tight blood red tank top and a large shredded black one over that, trainers and her hair was down loose around her face which only had heavy eye liner on.
"Yes?" Jess asked casually.
"What are you wearing?" Jess looked down at her clothes and then back at Becker. She shrugged.
"Just wanted to try something new." Jess knew she'd never really been a good liar, and Becker could always read her like a book. He scrutinized her face for a moment before his eyes widened and recognition dawned in his eyes.
"You overheard Peters and Sumner talking in the locker room yesterday, didn't you?" he guessed.
"How did you-" Jess began
"Because I overheard it too." Becker said, looking her straight in the eyes "You obviously didn't stay long enough."
"Why?" Jess asked sceptically "What did you do?"
"Let's just say Peters is in the medical bay with a broken nose and Sumner currently seems to be suffering from an EMD shock." He claimed innocently.
"Becker!" Jess scolded, playfully swatting his shoulder, but secretly she liked that he'd stood up for her.
"Well I wasn't going to let them talk that way about a woman. Especially you." Sincerity burned in his eyes for a moment before he smiled and turned to walk off, he'd gotten about five steps away before he turned and walked back.
"You know," Becker said eyeing her clothes "I think I prefer the brightly coloured, cheerful Jess." Jess smiled broadly at him. "There she is!" he said jokingly, pointing to her smile.
Jess shook her head and continued working as Becker sauntered off.
After that every time she passed Peters or Sumner she prayed to God that her dress sense 'hurt their eyes' as much as possible.
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"Who's Mummy's little angel?" Jess cooed to the sleepy 8 month old girl. "You are!" Jess whispered. Her eyes flashed to the clock, he should be home any minute, she was still on maternity leave since she'd left it to the very last minute, she had started her leave two days before the labour which meant she still had another month at home, another month of wondering what was going on at the ARC. If he and the rest of the team were alright, were there any creature incursions, if so what were they? Many more questions whizzed through her head but they all immediately came to a standstill as the front door opened then shut.
"Hey Jess." His weary voice echoed down the hall.
"Hey, hard day?" she asked, getting up from the couch, still cradling the baby.
"Yeah." He dragged his hand over his face and yawned. Then he spotted Jess and his daughter Claire.
"Aww, is Claire still up at this hour?" he asked
"She just dropped off, I was about to put her in the nursery."
"Pass her here." Becker said softly and Jess carefully slid Claire into Becker's arms. Her small, delicate face peaceful and open. The tuft of dark wavy hair messy on top of her head and her eyelids covered the exact replica of her mother's bright blue eyes. Becker smiled at the baby in his arms. His baby. His and Jess' baby. He gently walked over to the nursery and nudged the door open with his foot. Even now, after months, he found it hard not to roll his eyes at Jess' decorating. The right wall was red, while the left was yellow, the back wall was blue and the last one was green, the ceiling was pink and the carpet purple. Jess said she hadn't known which colour to go for, so she went for all of them. Becker had said it looked like the inside of a Rubik's Cube.
He softly placed a feather light kiss on Claire's forehead and then placed her in her cot and bundling her in brightly coloured blankets.
He chuckled as he wandered back into the lounge. "Are you trying to get our daughter to wear colourful clothing like yourself?"
"What's wrong with that?" Jess stepped in front of the coffee table, concealing its contents from view.
"Nothing. And what are you trying to hide?" They glared at each other for a minute before Jess pursed her lips stood aside to reveal Claire's now multicoloured tie dye clothes.
"It was a trick my brother taught me." Jess said with a smile that obviously had a story behind it.
"You did this on purpose?" Becker asked in disbelief. Jess thumped his shoulder lightly.
"There's nothing wrong with a bit of colour in life." Jess said defensively.
And there was nothing wrong with bright coloured clothes. Jess was merely imparting her knowledge and love of colour to the next generation.
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