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“Thanks, I guess.” Hilda said in response to Eun’s flattery, shifting in their seat even further. They took another bite before snorting and saying, “This isn’t the nineteenth century. Like, seriously. I’m just glad I can wear the boys’ uniform. I don’t do dresses.” The boys’ uniform did suit Hilda, though they definitely looked uncomfortable. The boys’ uniform did not suit Eun, however, they looked like a child wearing their parent’s clothing. It was much too big, but Eun felt a lot more confident wearing it than wearing the dress. “I don’t do sexist uniform and dress codes.” Eun said in response. Hilda smiled, “Unfortunately, not everyone does.” Eun sighed along with Hilda, this was sadly true. “Oh, I’m eating Golden Goose Eggs. At least the food is good.” Eun looked at the bright yellow eggs-and couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “I hope they treat their geese alright, though. The faming industry can be sickening.”
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