Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

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The shop was quiet, the heavy green carpet swallowing the sound of my flat shoes.

“It just came in yesterday,” the saleswoman said, coming around a rack of wool skirts. She had a tape measure draped over her shoulder like a silver snake.

I touched the hem of the green silk, my fingers feeling rough against the smooth fabric.

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