I now own a "swallow-tail" coat, and all the rest of the stuff that goes along with. My mother took a couple of photos.
I hate it when my mother takes photographs of me. She insists that I "smile", and that I give a "real smile". By the latter she means an open mouth and lots of teeth. This invariably results in a photograph of me with a dorky grimace which looks nothing like me having a good time. If she'd take the photo while I'm actually smiling, I might not look ecstatic or like the expectations of someone in a photo—heck, I might not even look particularly happy—but at least I'd look like myself.
Anyway, here are the photos:
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