She's a modern Narcissus, completely entranced by her own beauty and incapable of rational thought. She grasps the couch, perhaps her last effort to remind her senses of what is tangible, to lean into the mirror to embrace her reflection. She's immobilized by herself.
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SB
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The fabric in the first one is divine, and the detailing on the second dress is to die for. Can you be a doctor already so I can marry you and pass my days lounging around on couches in said dresses?
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