Oh my God!” Pat shouted, bursting into the room, nearly running over her mother, “ Sorry.”
“Why are you so excited?,” her mother asked, having never seen her teenager this excited.
“She’s wearing what I sent her.” Pat said.
Pat pushed her tablet at her mother. “ See!”
Her mother looked at a frozen image of a celebrity, one her daughter adored. “I don’t see anything.”
Jumping around, Pat directed where she wanted her mother to look. “There on her hands, she’s wearing them.”
“ Her pink nails?” she cried, confused.
Pat showed her mother, nail-less hands. “They’re mine!”
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