OTF 6: The Perfect Fit

“Alas, all good things must end” thought PlaidCapris as they were stuffed into the figure of all clothes nightmares: the trash bag. PlaidCapris had heard war stories from older pieces in the closet about times before Emma Chamberlain and environmental social justice warriors when being stuffed into a trash bag served as a one way ticket to the incinerator. Luckily, in current times, it typically meant a journey to the place where all clothes went to meet their demise (and possible indie rebrandings), Goodwill. As PlaidCapris was being stuffed into the all consuming bag—joining worn out shoes, ultra skinny jeans, and a shirt painted with yesterday’s coffee—they could faintly hear the depop pile snickering. “Enjoy your time with the trash!” bode an overpriced Coquette top #3. 

PlaidCapris, in the total darkness of the trash bag, was forced to ask themselves the haunting question: Why did they never last in a closet for more than three years? From birth in Forever21’s Fall 2015 “collection” to now, PlaidCapris only seemed to be desirable next to the rest of the “hand me downs” and “so two months ago” trash at Goodwill. Sure, maybe it wasn’t all that bad, their most recent and now ex owner had worn them to a dress like your teacher party where PlaidCapris was gifted a glimpse into the glitz and glamor of teen life. That night the lace blouse that PlaidCapris was paired with non-stop berated them about how disgraceful it was be paired with such hideous “short-pants.” PlaidCapris could do nothing but continue to remind them that they were Capris—one of the most popular ways to dress the lower body in the early 2000s. PlaidCapris couldn’t help but feel that they weren’t chic enough to be loved. Would they be left perpetually rotting in a closet, on a rack at Goodwill, waiting day by day for another dress as your teacher party? In their deep fantasies PlaidCapris envisioned a new and exciting hyper trend, one that would paint them in the love and adoration they yearned for more than anything else. 

Following two weeks of rigorous poking and prying, PlaidCapris found themselves, for the third time in their career post Forever 21 factory, hanging on the “New Additions” rack. Surprisingly, they quickly began to make friends with the other have me nots hung up around them. They spent one pleasant afternoon chatting with a very kind pajama set, growing envious that they weren’t created with a pair—a built in companion to go through the tribulations of capris life with. One traumatic day, a group of boys with skateboards waltzed in and upon taking one look at PlaidCapris, yelled, “Nahhh bruh what THE FUCK are those bruh.” Thankfully, PlaidCapris had built a tough stretch cotton from years of being ignored and left to rot, but still… morale was low. 

On a particularly sunny day, only an hour after the Goodwill’s lights had been turned on, a person in clothes at least three sizes too large picked PlaidCapris off the rack and set them in their cart. “Oh hell nah,” said the gothic long sleeve PlaidCapris was forced to drape over. “If you’re this mofos taste than I want out of this cart!!” PlaidCapris had no fighting words to give and could do nothing but lay flattened. In the dressing room, after receiving a very unenthusiastic “meh” PlaidCapris was flattened and hung up without any care in the section where the short sleeves hung.  

PlaidCapris’s hopes and dreams for their once fantasized about life, full of movie theater visits and sun, was being beaten into the tiles of the Goodwill with each passing day. PlaidCapris thought to themselves, “clothes don’t love me, people don’t love me, not even the person with four strands dyed blond in the front fancies me??? Who will ever love me?!” PlaidCapris tried not to think too long about their future, but oftentimes found a garment’s worst nightmare pounding to be let in: the image of A FREE TAG stabbed right into their left pocket. “I rather the incinerator than the embarrassment of being worth nothing in the Western world,” thought PlaidCapris. 

“I like your buttons.” PlaidCapris perked up. 

“Oh, um—were you talking about me?” No one had ever complimented their buttons before—one of them perpetually hung off of their waistband due to a child’s error in their factory. 

“I don’t know.. Do you see any other clothes with buttons here?” PlaidCapris identified the voice as belonging to the RealTreeTee that hung directly across from them. 

“Yea I do actually.. That long sleeve has them over there. I like your.. Your, erm, your thumb holes.” 

“Yea thanks. My past owner had fingers like sausages—the fattest thumbs I’ve ever seen. Stretched my polyester like it was their JOB.” 

“My past owner stuffed all my pockets with lollipops once at the store. I was able to fit six in each.” 

“Wow, if that’s not impressive… I do fancy myself a capris with deep pockets,” said RealTreeTee. PlaidCapris’s zipper stood right up.

“Thanks, I love a tee that blends in with dirt,” said PlaidCapris. Now RealTreeTee was laughing. 

“So, how long have you been here PlaidCapris?” 

“A week or so. I don’t really know. I was on the New Additions rack until a FakeIndie thought they could handle the power of some capris.. And like the others.. Just didn’t have what it takes.” RealTreeTee snickered. “They dropped me off here.”

“I get you PlaidCapris. I'm always getting tried on, thrown over shirts and tank tops. I’ve had my chance at the register plenty of times now but I always seem to get discarded for some pretty little lacy number from the lingerie section.” 

“Well if I were a person you would be the first shirt in the whole store I would buy,” said PlaidCapris. RealTreeTee’s sleeves stiffened. 

“Thanks PlaidCapris. That truly is sweet of you to say. I just wish an actual person felt the same. To go from being used to hunt to hanging here for the past three months.. I feel like an abandoned fast food employee tee,” said RealTreeTee. PlaidCapris gasped. 

“Oh RealTreeTee never! You are much too properly made and special to be like one of them. I hope you trust that what I am telling you is the truth.” 

“Thanks PlaidCapris. I don’t know. It’s like trends have ruined my life. I used to be in closets for years at a time. Now, it’s like I can barely last four months.”

“I completely understand RealTreeTee. You know, to help me through this painful existence I often fantasize about a trend where I am the one that people come in looking to buy.” 

“I believe that could happen for you PlaidCapris. You are a mighty fine pair, don’t see how you haven’t been bought.” Before PlaidCapris could respond, RealTreeTee continued. “I had everything with my past owner before they changed aesthetics to find a partner. I put up a good front, pretending to be fine, when in reality, my tags hung low for weeks.” 

“Ugh that’s horrible. I am so sorry RealTreeTee. If it makes you feel any better, one time during my owner’s birthday party after eating too much cake one of the guests had run into the closet. As they keeled over to let it all release, my owner chose me as the lucky garment to catch the projectile… the stench didn’t come out for weeks. The entire closet hated me.” RealTreeTee was laughing so hard they had to strain to make sure they didn’t pop their collar. 

PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee continued to share stories for what were the most blissful hours of PlaidCapris’s life. They talked about their past owners, other clothes and their hopes and dreams. 

“I hope to one day see a movie,” said PlaidCapris. 

“I saw one. Wasn’t all that. It was in French. A lot of human sex. I would one day love to see the beach, the ocean. Striped swim trunks never shut up about how awesome it was.” 

A neighboring cashmere long sleeved shushed them. They looked at each other smiling and managed to stay quiet until the next day. 

Two weeks passed by and RealTreeTee and PlaidCapris developed a bond unrivaled by any other capris and tee combo. PlaidCapris’s fantasies began to shift from visions of a capris spotlighting trend to being dressed with RealTreeTee as their perfect pair. PlaidCapris had never felt this way before, so passionate was their longing to be paired with RealTreeTee that often PlaidCapris had to control themselves when a customer walked by, as the mere thought of RealTreeTee being bought and stripped from them was enough to make PlaidCapris’s hem’s fray. 

A couple days after fantasies began to fill PlaidCapris’s world with color, RealTreeTee got vulnerable. “You know PlaidCapris, now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve never been worn with capris before.” PlaidCapris could barely contain their excitement knowing that the image of their perfect duoship had been something entertained, even if just for a second, by RealTreeTee. 

“Yea, we’re a tricky pant to pair. It takes a very special person to rock capris. Not everyone is built for it. But, boy, certain fashionistas.. If you know how to wear capris and own it, the sky is your limit.” 

“Oh interesting, yea you are a little funny. Like not long enough to be a pant but not exactly short enough to be a short. But I like that about you. You can be both,” responded RealTreeTee. PlaidCapris was taken aback by the sudden words of admiration. “Thank you RealTreeTee. I do have hope that one day the right fashionista will recognize my potential and have the balls—and legs—to rock me.” 

“How awesome would it be PlaidCapris if we were worn together! Do you think anyone would have the guts to attempt such a clash of pattern and aesthetic??” 

“I don’t know RealTreeTee, is there even someone out there willing to push the boundaries of style—to take a ginormous leap of faith with us?” PlaidCapris, more than anything, yearned to see the world with RealTreeTee; they knew they could be someone’s perfect fit. 

As the days passed their love grew strong. Yet, everything changed when one particular fashionista entered the store. PlaidCapris could feel it in their buttons, a particular sensation in their cotton. PlaidCapris called out to RealTreeTee, whom they had expressed their love for a mere two days ago. “RealTreeTee I think this could be it! It is of my deepest wish to grace the same person with you. If now must be our time to part, know you will never leave my memory. All my waking thoughts will serve to ensure I never let go of the gift you have given me: the gift of finding my perfect fit!” 

“Oh PlaidCapris! Don’t speak like that. How you nerve me with your fretting. I will wilt my sleeves and pray to all that is holy (Galliano Dior 2005) that this very fashionable young person ceases to even glance in my direction.” 

As fate would have it, the very stylish and tapped in shopper made their way to the section of the store where RealTreeTee and PlaidCapris’s love first blossomed. “Please, please don’t take RealTreeTee” PlaidCapris begged Galliano. 

In mere seconds it seemed as though the entire world went dark. PlaidCapris was lost. Falling deeper and deeper. How could light exist in a world where their perfect match had just been snatched away from them? Of all the fabric tears and grass stains, this separation cut the deepest. PlaidCapris was so dazed, so confused, so lost that they barely noticed when two very soft and moisturized hands lifted them off of the rack. Why would they even care? What was there to care about anymore… 

“BABY IM RIGHT HERE!! THANK YOU GALLIANO!!!” said RealTreeTee upon PlaidCapris’s arrival in the cart. They had both been chosen! Neither PlaidCapris nor RealTreeTee had ever known a moment so joyous, so spectacular. Pure bliss was the sensation when PlaidCapris realized what had happened. A feeling of invincibility spread over their cotton and for the first time in a long long time, hope. 

PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee successfully made it to check out—skipping the try on rooms. “I guess our new owner is just very confident in their look” thought PlaidCapris. They were stuffed into a backpack and twenty five minutes later were introduced to what could be deemed a very comfortable and cozy apartment that overlooked a sign reading HILLEGASS. This was all hoopla to PlaidCapris as nothing mattered now that they were together with their perfect fit. With RealTreeTee by their side PlaidCapris was confident they’d be able to endure the longest winter, the driest of summers, and the wettest of falls. PlaidCapris barely had time to think about what their duo-buying could mean for the likelihood of their fantasy: Could their pairing really happen? Everything seemed to be on the up. 

“Ugh another purchase. When will this cycle ever end??” sighed a particularly dreary blouse PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee shared the backpack with. “This is my sixtieth closet ya know.” 

“I just can’t believe we got purchased! God Bless capitalism!” said RealTreeTee. 

Upon this statement, the zipper of the backpack tore open to allow a harsh stream of light to illuminate PlaidCapris’s handcrafted (factory produced) plaid artistry. Luckily, their new owner was very tapped in—in all ways important and hip and cool—and did not immediately send PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee to the BIG WATER machine and instead, like a true fashionista, gently laid all the new clothes out on their bed. By the grace of Galliano, PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee were laid down so that PlaidCapris’s left pant overlapped RealTreeTee’s right sleeve. It was euphoria like PlaidCapris had never before felt. RealTreeTee’s fabric was softer, more luxurious and supple, than anything PlaidCapris had felt until that moment. It is almost impossible to describe (without transforming this into a smut piece) the feelings and urges that arose in PlaidCapris in this moment of contact.  

Their owner quickly returned, carrying with them a hanger for each of the new arrivals. A pair of brown flair pants were the first to be introduced to the closet, closely followed by a demure red turtleneck that PlaidCapris had grown acquainted with during their time on the New Arrivals rack. RealTreeTee was then, for the second time that day, stripped away from PlaidCapris and placed delicately into the closet. RealTreeTee was then grabbed by the fashionista, attached to a hanger, and subjected to the same closet introduction. Immediately, PlaidCapris noticed that RealTreeTee was four garments down, close but yet so so far. PlaidCapris ached to be right next to them, whispering promises of the future into their thumb holes. 

PlaidCapris, taking a survey of their new surroundings, realized they had never before been exposed to this many colors, patterns, textures, shapes, silhouettes, fabrics, sleeves, sweaters, pants…It was if they had left one Goodwill for another. PlaidCapris barely registered being addressed by a gothic long sleeve two garments away. “Ohh what the fuckkk is that? Why would CurlyHeadedCutie ever buy you?? They must’ve taken one of those damn gummies that always leads to an hour of intensive closet staring.” A denim jacket chimed in. “Flat ass bald ass capris.” PlaidCapris was left perplexed… They didn’t have hair? 

“Shut the fuck up down thereee oh my Lord yall are BARBARIANS. Please, have some class. It’s bad enough CurlyHeadedCutie went on another shopping spree. WhiteGay barely has enough room as it is,” contributed a very plain and ordinary—100 of them at every flea market—Carhartt.  

“Shut up and mind your business you balllllddd headed BEOTCH,” rebutted the same gothic long sleeve that had just attacked PlaidCapris. PlaidCapris, again, was confused. 

RealTreeTee spoke up, perhaps to end the chaos that was ensuing between CurlyHeadedCutie’s side and WhiteGay’s side. 

“So, this CurlyHeadedCutie, what do they tend to wear?” 

“Cute shit.. Like really cute shit. I mean look at me. My ruffled sleeves, my dainty feminine buttons,” said a long sleeve. 

“They love their clothes, especially if you’re one of them.” added a black long sleeve, referring to the east end of the closet where three jackets hung up, separated from the rest. 

“Aha, how jealous you appear black long sleeve number four. Do not be mad at us. My premium leather only gets silkier with your jealousy. Might I add, acceptance of the hierarchy—that I reign over—is the only path to recovery,” said a brown jacket. Just as a verbal battle was on the verge of breaking out, CurlyHeadedCutie threw the door of the closet back and suddenly appeared in front of them. CurlyHeadedCutie moved slowly, almost rhythmically as they poked and prodded at their ever so carefully curated collection. Tapping into the fashion Gods, PlaidCapris begged Anna W to be chosen with RealTreeTee, or, to be chosen at all. To their dismay, CurlyHeadedCutie moved swiftly past them, choosing instead a white pilgrim lace long sleeve and dark wash jorts. 

Days passed and the same routine followed suit. Every night CurlyHeadedCutie would appear in front of the closet, like a spiritual being holding their fate, and would never choose PlaidCapris or RealTreeTee. PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee continued to talk when they could, despite having to communicate through three long sleeves. PlaidCapris’s hope, as it always did, began to fade; they felt that it was almost more torturous to be so close, yet so far, from their perfect fit. 

PlaidCapris, with their belt loops bruised, began to not even pay attention to the nightly REAPINGS, as the closet had come to refer to CurlyHeadedCutie’s deliberation sessions. It was on a particularly drab day following a verbal breakout between WhiteGay’s pantsuit and the jackets that hung on the East side when CurlyHeadedCutie swung open the doors, eyes like slits, and stopped just in front of PlaidCapris. CurlyHeadedCutie stared at them for a while… looking as if they were about to fall asleep until the miraculous happened: PlaidCapris was lifted from their spot in the closet, torn off of their hanger and thrown down on the sacred “to wear tomorrow” section of the floor! PlaidCapris was ecstatic, immediately stretching out their legs as to ensure that CurlyHeadedCutie didn’t change their mind and sentence them back to the rack. Now, CurlyHeadedCutie only had a top to pick. PlaidCapris begged again for it to be RealTreeTee, and if not that, at least for it to be one of the nice garments from the closet. Two seconds later and joy more powerful than 1000 tons of dynamite was erupting from PlaidCapris’s seams. 

“RealTreeTee we did it!! All this waiting has been worth it! We have done it baby. We found THE fashionista willing to go against all that is right.. And grace themselves with our perfect fit!” 

“PlaidCapris this is the happiest moment of my existence. To be worn with you, I could run 100000 miles with the joy I am feeling!!” PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee stayed firmly pressed together all night, speculating about what tomorrow would bring. Would they finally get their exploration of the big bright world? What experiences would they accompany CurlyHeadedCutie for? Perhaps a beach? A movie? They talked all night, and could have talked for the next week, for their love was ablaze following their reunion, until finally CurlyHeadedCutie arose from their slumber. 

PlaidCapris was the first to be put on. Indicative of PlaidCapris’s efforts to hug all the right places, CurlyHeadedCutie began excitedly dancing around as they led a bedazzled belt through PlaidCapris’s loops. Next was RealTreeTee. PlaidCapris could barely keep their zipper from popping as RealTreeTee slid over CurlyHeadedCutie’s torso. A fit like a glove! Readers, if I had the lexicon to describe the blissful euphoria that coursed through the threads of these two garments in love, I would employ it, but I do not feel deceitful in stating that these words do not exist. Their unification is beyond our human scope.. But, let it be clear, CurlyHeadedCutie had never looked cuter. 

The day ensued with PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee having their first true glimpse of the real world. They went to pronouns class then accompanied CurlyHeadedCutie to a delicious vaccine lunch with friends all dressed similar to CurlyHeadedCutie. They went to a big building titled Wurster that housed more books than either PlaidCapris or RealTreeTee had seen in all their years of existence. All the things they touched, saw, heard… it was even better than PlaidCapris’s fantasies and while they did get no shortage of side eyes and backwards glances, PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee didn't give a fingerless glove (!) for they were together, and everything was perfect. 

Due to PlaidCapris’ and RealTreeTee’s perfect fit , in the coming weeks they would accompany CurlyHeadedCutie on their days more than any of the clothes in CurlyHeadedCutie’s closet, and often they would do it together. Such was their popularity, and the jealousy it sparked within CurlyHeadedCutie’s other clothes, that they began to be known as the “ferda clothes.” PlaidCapris had the slightest clue what ferda could mean, and they were so caught up in love and joy that nothing the other clothes said mattered to them. 

One evening, however, was particularly frightening. CurlyHeadedCutie had put on their signature outfit after the sun had already gone down, leaving PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee confused. CurlyHeadedCutie and WhiteGay met up with their other friend, ItalianStallion5’8 and began to drink little glasses of water, making weird faces after swallowing. A car ride later and PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee arrived at a sign that read B E A U X. It was like an inferno in this Beaux place. The lights were off and PlaidCapris kept being forced to touch clothes from SHE*N. It got so hot in this Beaux encapture that CurlyHeadedCutie decided to abandon RealTreeTee, throwing them onto a couch in front of a pole that a rugged man was swinging on. PlaidCapris was disheartened to be without their love and two hours later was scared out of their hem when CurlyHeadedCutie walked out of BEAUX—completely forgetting RealTreeTee!! PlaidCapris squeezed their zipper on CurlyHeadedCutie’s sensitive area until they were reminded of who they were forgetting, prompting two minutes of searching and a joyous reunion. 

Three weeks passed with PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee becoming what could be referred to as CurlyHeadedCutie’s signature outfit; within these three weeks they had seen the ocean, three Taylor Swift films, and even had the joy of accompanying CurlyHeadedCutie to what the other clothes informed them was a grind her date.. Whatever that meant. PlaidCapris and RealTreeTee were confused as it seemed as though CurlyHeadedCutie had mistaken the TChalamet doppelganger they had driven to meet for a meal, or a piece of food. 

All was glitz and glam, until two days later—when devastation struck. PlaidCapris, RealTreeTee, and CurlyHeadedCutie were outside, surrounded by young people in strollers and huge roller coasters. PlaidCapris knew the day was hot, because CurlyHeadedCutie kept scrunching RealTreeTee up and waving them around like they had in BEAUX that one night. 

“I hope they don’t take me off and forget me like that night,” said RealTreeTee. 

“I don’t think they will, this seems like the place where everyone keeps their clothes on.”

“I sure hope so PlaidCapris. I never want this dream to end—us being the new GTO: go to outfit.” 

“I know RealTreeTee. This has been the best experience of my existence. I could dress with you for the rest of eternity and never need anything else.” 

Just as RealTreeTee was about to respond, something terrible happened. PlaidCapris felt, and heard, an intense and disastrous pulling in their groin area. “WHAT WAS THAT??” exclaimed PlaidCapris. It was like they were being split into two! It was pure agony. Never before had they been in such discomfort as the sun was let into all the wrong places. What had happened? What was going on?? CurlyHeadedCutie, affirming that something disastrous had taken place, rushed to the bathroom where PlaidCapris bore witness to the unthinkable… a tear, right down their seams. It was devastation the power of a tsunami. PlaidCapris went numb. 

RealTreeTee offered all the words of encouragement they could offer, even though they too were terrified of what this could mean for their future as CurlyHeadedCutie’s GTO. CurlyHeadedCutie resolved to tie a jacket around the now problematic backside of PlaidCapris. PlaidCapris doesn’t remember much else of that day, other than an uneasy silence settling between them and RealTreeTee that night, both being unable to express the words they felt needed to be said. Upon returning to Hillegass, CurlyHeadedCutie’s other roommate, ArtBANGgirl45 quickly took them into their room and began to poke and pry. The discomfort was torturous, but nowhere near as bad as the tear that had occurred just hours before. After twenty minutes of continuous needle work, a star patch had been added to the hole that had formed in PlaidCapris’s backside. 

Weeks passed, and PlaidCapris was chosen less and less. RealTreeTee, luckily, still got picked at least once a week, although they never seemed to fit CurlyHeadedCutie as perfectly as they did when accompanied by their perfect match. Two months following THE INCIDENT and PlaidCapris, only being worn once to the grocery store, was thrown into a pile on the floor. Without even having the chance to say goodbye, they were met, yet again, with a black trash bag. PlaidCapris blacked out at this point, regaining consciousness after being jostled around (in a bin full of other clothes.. Outside?) and having no knowledge of how much time had passed since their separation from RealTreeTee. They recognized their new and uncomfortable environment; bins stacked to great heights full of the most wretched clothes PlaidCapris had ever seen. After adjusting they remembered what had happened and their loneliness. The sadness that ensued was almost too overwhelming. More than themselves, PlaidCapris spent days thinking only about RealTreeTee: How they were and what they were doing… questions they would never get the answer to. 

Finally, around three days later (PlaidCapris stopped attempting to conceptualize time) a person with bright orange hair down to their lower back added them to their cart. Two more days in those dank bins and PlaidCapris was sure that they would have met the incinerator.

Days, weeks, years passed and the wound left open by their separation from RealTreeTee never healed, but PlaidCapris eventually learned to cope with it, even gaining the strength to befriend a very nice and soft plush jacket in their new owner's closet. Thankfully, their new owner thoroughly enjoyed PlaidCapris and would often wear them to a big room that read “Parsons Hall 215” with many other students dressed in odd clothes. Still, PlaidCapris knew that they were continuing to disassociate for generous amounts of time as every time they were chosen to be worn their owner seemed to look much older and be much taller. Despite the black outs, PlaidCapris knew one thing for sure: their new owner purchased clothes at a rate unrivaled by any of their past owners. On a day that felt like all the others, PlaidCapris's owner brought back an especially large amount of clothes. One by one they began to be added to the closet. PlaidCapris, being trapped in their own world, didn’t even look up; they had stopped caring about these things, about anything really. 

The next morning PlaidCapris was chosen—placed in the designated “wear for today” spot. Laying with their buttons down, they weren’t able to see who had been paired with them. Until they heard. 

“PlaidCapris.. could it really be; could it be you??” PlaidCapris’s zipper dropped to their lower seams. 

“RealTreeTee is that you??? Could it really be? Are these voices in my head?!”

“PlaidCapris it is me!! It truly is. I cannot believe we have found each other. Twice!!!!” PlaidCapris was paralyzed by joy, shocked by the sound of RealTreeTee's voice. Finally, they caught their breat to respond. 

“Oh RealTreeTee, I have been tortured by your absence ever since our separation. I never thought I would hear you again. Or be worn with you, or see you.” 

“I too lost hope. I thought with all my seams that you had surely been sent to the incinerator. I’ve just recently been able to make it through my day without breaking down, hence why I was given up by CurlyHeadedCutie after you had left.” 

“Oh RealTreeTee, I am so sorry to hear about your pain, but this has now become the happiest day of my life, rivaled only by meeting and being worn with you for the first time all those years ago. Of all the clothes in the world, you are mine and I am yours. To know that we are together again has eased every one of my worries. I have felt so incomplete without you. While I am worn individually, I am not styled unless it is with you.” 

Their conversation quickly ended as their new owner grabbed PlaidCapris and slid them on. “Cami! Look these are gaggyyyy.” Swiftly, RealTreeTee was thrown on. “Holy ferkkk this is everythingggg. Cami, LOOK!” 

Their seams met again and light spilled in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.