Ouch, that literally burn.

andykhang said:

Ouch, that literally burn.

She might be poor and underwhelming down on her luck... but tacky is tacky in her eyes.

But in the forest at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor god, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, upon her cardboard mat--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the god there with her weird t-shirt, which had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her tacky t-shirt patron she had entered on the joys of a new year.

It may didn't go as she planned, but her t-shirt still warmed shion.