![]() ![]() ![]() She dug into her closet for something to wear. Beige and gray, gray and beige, her neutral, non-commital go-tos she surely wouldn’t find the lift she was looking for in there. She needed to cut loose! Be bold for a change! Red! Allison suddenly thought, taking in her dreary wardrobe. That’s what she needed to put some life in her life. And not just any red. A daring-Hester Prynne-where-are-you?-scarlet red. A magical, click-three-times-and-I’m-home-Judy Garland-ruby-red. Emboldened, she set out for the mall. Nor was staring at the window in her pjs, this fine spring morning. Was it being passed over at work, a gain? A date who didn’t call back, again? One thing was certain: Allison was in a funk, and neither her new juicer nor the spin class everyone had raved about was able to pry her out of it. ![]()
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