Does Rachel take the clothes, tell the employee she's a she, or storm off in a naked huff?
Run off, still naked
Too angry to speak or think, Rachel just brusquely charged past the clerk, out to the store where the women whistled at her muscles again, and out to the streets still in her birthday suit.
It wasn't until several blocks away, almost to her apartment, that she realized she was still naked and needed clothes.
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