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Elite Repeat

“That’s a nice dress,” Dad said. “Looks good on you, sweetie.” I was modeling my new wardrobe, just purchased at my school’s first clothing resale event, sponsored by the PTA. The year was 1952, and I was a fifth-grader in Brookdale, N.J. I was thrilled to have so many new clothes all

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