It's the summer of 2003. I'm in Italy, specifically in Rimini, and I'm seeing the sea for the first time. I went on holiday with my grandmother and her friend. Two women with a weakness for second-hand items and an eye for detail. The days were filled with laughter, evening ice creams, iced tea on the beach, and visits to small fashion boutiques. To this day, I remember one particular moment. I'm standing among clothing racks, and the adults are admiring how quickly and focused I'm browsing one hanger after...
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