My Boss Becomes a Pocket-Sized Man

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A few days ago, I bought a Barbie doll for my niece and the vendor sent me another two dolls, that were about the same size as Verne.

I took off the doll's clothes and presented them to Verne as if they were fine tuxedos, "Verne, they're suitable, aren't they?"

Verne glanced at it and commented with disdain, "They're ugly."

He touched it and added, "And of poor quality."

"Don't be so fastidious. You should be thankful to have any clothes available." I couldn't help complaining.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Nothing. I mean, I'll wash and dry these little clothes with a hairdryer. Verne, will you wear them? I'll customize a few sets for you later."

"Ok."

Seeing that he had agreed, I took the clothes and went to the bathroom to wash them.

Verne was a neat freak. Normally, he would not wear such inferior clothes.

But now that he had even been reduced to wear a napkin, he had to lower his standards.