after being exiled to only the lowliest of lowly retail shops, where shirts are described with the adjective *stretch*, the help wear headsets, and nothing is as it seems, i was at my lowest. lower than campers, lower than haircuts from a *trainee*, lower than jonelle when she found out that lisa ling wore her same skirt on the view, lower than chloe going down on a crack whore. however, one thing was certain. i desperately needed to work my way back up, and that wasn't going to happen if i was wearing *stretch* shirts and *strectch* chinos and *stretch* shoes. that just wasn't going to fly. i needed to shop from a store that *didn't* advertise on subway cars, but i found club monaco wouldn't even serve me, much less armani exchange or sisley. i had to get my fix somewhere outside of the city. somewhere where people had yet to hear of my indiscretion and where i could keep my anonymity. so i made my way out to flushing to the benneton outlet. yes, i know, but what was i to do? i was more desperate than a cracked out chloe looking for a fix. however, the trip was worth it, because who did i spot coming out of the dressing room with a merino wool cardigan wrapped around her waist but njina. so i hid behind a stack of cotton turtle-necks and took a few choice polaroids of njina in a camel turtleneck, njina in a khaki turtleneck, and njina in a brown turtleneck. needless to say, i was being served at alife within the hour. 29.99 is a good price for revenge.
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