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“Mostly?”
The next morning, she woke to a soft notification. Outfit ready.
Leo grinned. “Hemming, tapering, adding pockets. It uses nanofilaments. Totally safe. Mostly.”
One morning, she asked the closet to prepare something “adventurous” for a client dinner. It produced a deep emerald jumpsuit with a dramatic back cutout. Stunning, but she didn’t own a jumpsuit. She checked her inventory—no record of purchase. The closet had made it, weaving the fabric from recycled fibers of older clothes she’d forgotten about.
One night, she stood before the open closet in her underwear, staring at the rows of clothes. They were beautiful. None of them felt like hers.