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The next morning, Mart and I walked into Tiffany’s room with the most ridiculous pair of leggings we could find at the dollar store – neon yellow and green stripes and a matching neon yellow shirt. We figured she might not have anything to wear home, given that her clothes were probably in evidence, not to mention ruined. Plus, garish attire always lifts the mood when worn in jest.
As soon as we walked in, Tiffany started laughing because, of course, we couldn’t let her be the only one in a ridiculous outfit. I had pulled a pair of parachute pants out of the back of my closet, and Mart had on pegged jeans and three pairs of socks in alternating colors. We were the worst of eighties fashion, including Mart’s high pony that was tied up with a scrunchy. I felt absurd, but Tiffany’s laugh
