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The last time I bought a black top that I could wear literally anywhere—and by that, I mean to a dinner, with my jeans, or out riding—was at a Michael Kors sample sale in New York, circa 2005.
It had extra-long, skinny arms, elegant, narrow armholes, a high neck, and was just fitted enough to look good with anything from white capri pants (all I wore during summer in those days) to black satin cocktail trousers.
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