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Finally, I get my client’s dresses, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a fashion crisis!” But I can’t ignore him. Turns out, he just got a puppy! A little golden retriever! I’m like, “Aww, that’s awesome!” But then I remember I’m still in the mall, and I gotta get back to my client.