| 1234567891011121314151617181920212223242526272829303132333435363738 | "Under different circumstances," she said, "I think I might enjoy this."Her clothes—a smart red jacket worn over a loose-fitting white shirt and aplaited burgundy skirt with a difficult-to-understand sort of hem—werenow twisting and curling around her body in strange patterns, and it wasn'tquite clear to either of us whether what had happened to them. Theymight have been conscious, attempting to communicate complex ideas tous in a geometric, spatiotemporal language, layering meaning upon meaninglike a semiotic braid of fine silk, stitching together morphemes andembroidering lexemes. Or they might just have gotten cut or something. Itwas kind of windy, really, now that I paid attention to it."Look," I said. "I came here to rent a movie, and I'm gonna rent amovie, dammit. Do you want to rent a movie?""I—""—wanttorentamovie got it we'll rent a movie." I turned back to therack, one of about seven scattered around the otherwise empty street.A bored video rental clerk nearby was tapping his foot and idlyadjusting his sunglasses as we browsed. "What movie. We should pickone.""I didn't say that thing you just said, you did," she said, "but Ireally want an action movie.""What do the clothes want?" I asked."I don't know," she said. "I'm beginning to suspect that they exist atleast partly between dimensions, and this is merely reflective of astate of oscillation between the laws of physics of our universe andthe alien and unknowable physics of a dimension to which we barelyhave access, barely _can_ have access, to the degree that it's anontological impossibility to describe of existing there at all.""Fair enough," I said, and grabbed the box of an 80's action classic,the plastic tape inside rattling as I took it from the rack.It later turned out the clothes wanted a romcom, but we reallyhad no way of knowing that at the time.
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