[Eponine groans. Annie’s right. It was the perfect squeeze. Fortunately, Eponine’s wearing the rags she’d had in Paris so she could give her maid the slip. The top is an old chemise, her father’s originally and too big on Eponine. Annie can easily push the sleeved over Eponine’s shoulders so the shirt falls down her body. The rags of the skirt are similar, tied to Eponine with a string on her waist. She’s quite naked beneath.]
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It feels so nice, Annie