They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger

Thursday, 12.35. HEMA. Two girls, on a cute little table with a 2 meter trace of ice coffee to it (the guy who ALWAYS works there; we call him Jesus, because he wears his hair like he hangs on a cross! no disrespect to believers; had like, extremely overdone one, there was a huge dung on mine therefrom the trace. ofcourse we don't spill in public places...) eating a minipizza, sipping that exact ice coffee which had caused those pretty droplets. One of them, suddenly, takes something out of her bag. It's a garment. It's black. It comes out of the blue. It's a three-quarters arm blazer! Then she gets a little box from her bag, which says Fisherman's Friends. Is she just freshing her breath and dressing a little more formal?

NO. She's not. Out of the box, she conjures forth a needle, a little spill with black thread on it, a cute little scissor, and a golden button. Doesn't the three-quarters arm blazer already have a button? It has. Do you want to know what color it is? No, you don't (black).

Some proceedings, that will not be named, take place.

The result as shown.

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