Haskell’s Haute Fakes

Amongst feather boas and English china, glistening rings and earrings with clip-ons, a scent much like Chanel No. 5 on someone’s dead bubbie lingered in the air… but I didn’t care; because more important than being picky, I was hooked! “There must be something good in there,” my eyes spread wide, like my hand as it tried to grow as big as my dad’s. My mom nodded, carefully inspecting the necklace of her choice, a blush cameo on the end of a delicate gold chain, while I scooped my way through the pile of pink and blue and green and gold plastic, like a mouse… MORE

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