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My current outfit (I'd been at the supermarket, so was dressed casually in
a t-shirt and jeans) probably marks me as an outsider and escapee. Given
what I've just witnessed, I fear I may be shot on sight if discovered, or
at best taken back to the line as a prisoner. Changing clothes seems like a
sensible option. Hopefully I can blend in long ehough to affect an escape,
or at least figure out what's going on.
The clothing in the box isn't too bad. In fact it looks like it'll be quite comfortable. It reminds me of what I wear to my yoga classes at the university - tank tops and loose fitting, drawstring cropped pants that end just below the knee. Both the pants and the top are made of a light, stretchy fabric; blue-grey for the tops and maroon red for the pants. I find a set in my size and change quickly. I also remove my jewelry (fortunately I wasn't wearing antthing valuable today) and the band in my hair, letting if fall loose. I hide my original outfit in the secret passage I just came through. I found no underwear in the box, nor shoes. I'm not sure if that's by design or if I just haven't come across them yet in this storeroom. I'll have to do without for now, though. I decide to continue to search to see if I can find anything useful. I go to the next row of shelves and pull down a box, which contains:
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