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  <title>Comments on 'Designer Clothes (A City of Heroes Story)'</title>
  <subtitle>She walked over to the cabinet where she stored her swords. Opening it, she revealed a gleaming black costume. &amp;quot;Tada!&amp;quot; she said, with a flourish.

Robert walked over and ran his hands over the material. Small bumps studded the outfit everywhere. &amp;quot;What...&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;0.5mm impervium studs on an eel-skin bodysuit. Pretty sexy, huh?&amp;quot; Tabitha laughed.

Robert looked at her, stunned. &amp;quot;Wait... What did you just say?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I heard you. It was rhetorical.&amp;quot; For all the metal on it, the suit was incredibly light. &amp;quot;This must have cost a fortune!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; she said, looking somewhat embarrassed, &amp;quot;My friend Marco made it for me. I paid for it from my investments. I got a bit of a discount, too. He owed me a... favour.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Investments?&amp;quot; Robert asked.

&amp;quot;Yeah. After we thought mom was dead, her life insurance went to Tommy and me. I had a friend invest my half.&amp;quot; She smiled, sheepishly. &amp;quot;Your little girl's worth over eighty million.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Eighty...&amp;quot; He stopped and frowned, the father in him taking over. &amp;quot;What kind of _favour_?&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-07-09T06:41:53Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Designer Clothes (A City of Heroes Story)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; LOL  @ at the last sentence from dad. Best not to ask too many questions, daddy dearest.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-09T06:41:53Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>&#9824;Ana Cristina&#9829;</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Designer Clothes (A City of Heroes Story)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Thanks. :-) Typing too fast, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-09T05:03:06Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Designer Clothes (A City of Heroes Story)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I was wrong. Sounds like a pretty awesome outfit. In the second to last paragraph it says &amp;#8220;worth over eight million&amp;#8221; but in the last paragraph he responds, &amp;#8220;Eighty&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Other than that greatness as usual.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-23T17:58:55Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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