A man walks out of the pizza shop. He’s in his mid-forties, wearing a baggy t-shirt and jorts—not in a deliberate, tasteful, Gen-Z type of way, but in the third-generation-hand-me-down, these are the first pants I saw in my drawer when I woke up this morning kind of way. He has a shuffly, waddling gait;… Continue reading imagebearer
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