Cheltenham: CHS Facade edition with preface

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Her money, she repeats to herself, connects her
to the whole world. She still sashays into
Joan Shepp on Walnut, even if she can’t
buy anything. The fabrics, the cuts of the
dresses— this is who she is.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she
knows she’s been tossed like a rogue piece
of fabric, & the hands that cut her have made
her inelegant. To handle this cloth with dishrag
hands, is to wade knee-deep into the darkness
of the suburbs, frozen like jell-o around her.
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