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The air was especially cool for the last week of August, and clouds blotted out the sky, casting everything in a fierce gray tone. Fall seemed to be coming early this year. Yet I was outside and had a handsome man at my side in a city I’d never explored before. It couldn’t get much better than that. “How did you become a designer?” Gavin asked me as we walked down the street together, scouring the sidewalk for anything we could pick up and use for the challenge. “My parents came here from Korea before my sister and I were born. They opened up a dry cleaner in northern California, and for most of childhood we were pretty poor. I got all of my older sister Helen’s hand-me-downs. Her clothes. Her Barbies. I hated it. I wanted my own stuff. All my friends wanted to be just like their older b
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