Beauty Queen
Clarissa was teasing her best friend.
“I think so. But I am not gay, okay. I am a boy!” Mikael exclaimed.
“If that’s what you say. Well, Kael, you have a talent! These could be wonderful dresses that girls could wear.” Clarissa praised her friend.
“You know Issa when I grow up and I would have the money, I would make these dresses for you. Only for you. And mama. And your mother, too,” Mikael uttered.
“Really, I am going to look good on these dresses,” Clarissa said, while intently looking at the designs on the pieces of paper.
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