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I wasn't getting anywhere just sitting around in the buff, and time was against me here. I resolved to make some progress sooner rather than later.
"O-okay, I'm going for the clothes, but you need to cover me," I told Jackie.
Jackie gave me a thumbs up and put away her handheld camcorder, turning on the GoPro camera she had hidden in her hat. It was a slightly bulky piece of headwear-a newsboy's hat- that doubly functioned to contain her camera and hide her face when she didn't want it seen. It gave the rest of her outfit a boyish charm to it. Her white-and-black striped shirt was covered by a denim jacket giving a butch vibe to her slender form. Form-fitting blue jeans she wore and black sneakers completed the package and painted a picture of function over form.
Normally I'd wear clothes more appropriate for lounging. A solid color t-shirt paired with yoga pants and a plain pair of white shoes were my typical attire. I specifically avoided wearing these trademark red shoes when out normally to avoid any possibility of being recognized. That's not exactly dressed to nines, even that was a far cry from my current wardrobe, which was nothing but my favorite pair of red running shoes, my ankle-high socks, and my wits. The laundromat had a chill to it that I just couldn't get used to in my current state.
