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100 Theme Challenge 72. Mischief Managed Donatello stood in front of a full length mirror and stared aghast at his reflection. Irma was next to him, her smile bright as she examined her handiwork. “How did I get talked into this?” Don muttered to himself. He was wearing a long gown that nearly reached his ankles. On his legs were knee high wool socks and his feet were shoved into a pair of oversized, backless house shoes. The gown left his shoulders bare, but Irma had solved that problem by grabbing the shawl Don had used earlier and draping it over his head. The gown was at least a decent color in Don’s estimation;