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Sapphire admitted it proudly: she never really liked dresses (except for awhile in her childhood, a part of which she never counted). So what was she doing standing in the middle of Ruby's room as he adjusted yet another frilly dress he'd  made her wear? She had no idea. All she knew, though, was that she wanted out. "Ruby, I—" "Excellent!" Ruby shouted. His glasses were just about falling off his nose, and with the pins in his mouth, Sapphire could hardly even understand a word he was saying. "Just excellent! Another magnificent creation by moi." "Ruby—" "Look at these frills," he went on, lifting up the first layer of her bl