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Okay, Gwen. Let's talk for a sec.
This isn't the first time you've pulled this one out of the trunk in your attic, but it should be the last. Now, I don't hate the blazer. I don't hate the shoes. And I might have been able to overlook how tiny that swatch of cowhide covering your crotch is, or the strange, clashing pattern of the oddly chosen ascot around your neck, were it not for the leggings.
The leggings, Gwen. The LEGGINGS. Please fight them. It seems like you're battling through the Harajuku obsession; please don't give up now. It's too important. We, the people, need your strength now more than ever.
