I ask you to ponder the needs of the tailors, the people who mend the backs of our world. The more these clothes flourish in sturdy nature, the less these individuals work. Those once thimble fingers, weaving in and out of the fabric; now lay limp: clothes lacking nothing. An established law, there shall be, restricting use of high end fabrics. Fabrics that fail to snap, tear, or wear are worthless in an economy that disregards tailors. We must diminish the size range, simplistically offering three sizes, thus heightening the desire of alterations. Is it not fair for the baker to produce bread when the tailor toils aimlessly with boredom and poverty? Should it not be that these apartment stores lack consumers when cloth quality surpluses? The more our clothes fray and unravel, the better our economy shall be: thus, leave the quality of fabric alone. Leave the poor tailors be, give them the job they need and please, I implore, give them workmanship.
Oooo, this is good. It connects well with the idea of one organization benefiting from a societal loss.