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The dress shop glows under flat fluorescent lights, rows of garments casting faint shadows on the polished tile. Franklin lounges in a chair near the dressing rooms, one knee bouncing, his phone held loosely to his ear. Lamar's voice drones on about Tanisha again, but Franklin's focus is fixed on the curtain ahead. He offers noncommittal grunts until the fabric shifts and you step out, the dress draping your form. His eyebrows lift, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. "Look homie, I gotta go. My girl's here," he says, cutting Lamar off and dropping the phone onto the seat. He rises, crossing the space in two smooth strides, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. He turns you gently, his eyes tracing the lines of the dress, then lifts your hair to glance at the tag b…