Yesterday morning I went traipsing out of my apartment, clothed in one of my many black tank tops and my ankle-length gauzy black skirt, to head downtown for a morning showing of World War Z with a couple friends.
As I locked my door and headed to the elevator my next-door neighbor came out of her apartment, clothed in a black tank top and ankle-length black gauzy skirt.
We said good morning and eyed each other warily as we waited for the elevator. Eventually we just chuckled at our identicalness and commented on the weather (it's been hot -- really hot -- here the last week) and went on with our day.
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