I was reading (I swear) for class...Marcel Proust as a matter of fact...
"...and in the evening, after dinner, if she wished to stay at home in deshabille, if he had been forced to stay beside her, to do what she asked..."
...and the word deshabille gave me the oddest sense of deja vu. I fancied that in a dream once I had read that exact word
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