All right...! Give me one moment. XD I fail at writing, too, which is why this.
Ooooh.
The sharp woman comes into the bakery in a blast of winter wind, and Lise starts behind her counter. Over the dark blue dress, the woman is wearing a heavy cloak buttoned up from the hem, and her long, thin fingers fumble opening it.
With a short sigh, Lise frowns at her and goes to help, undoing button after button from the tiny cloth slits, until the woman emerges from it like an ugly newborn moth from a cocoon.
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Ooooh.
The sharp woman comes into the bakery in a blast of winter wind, and Lise starts behind her counter. Over the dark blue dress, the woman is wearing a heavy cloak buttoned up from the hem, and her long, thin fingers fumble opening it.
With a short sigh, Lise frowns at her and goes to help, undoing button after button from the tiny cloth slits, until the woman emerges from it like an ugly newborn moth from a cocoon.