Because the sun lives in San Francisco, and decides to take vacation during July, it was a rare event to be able to lay in the park. The pants are slacks, with a high waist. And the vest was handed down from my mother. It's our families tartan, and fits me perfectly.
Sometimes I wear nice things. Sometimes I get paint on them. Sometimes I wish that I could have really long fingernails. If this were a dating show, we'd all be laying by a giant pool, sipping dark and stormies, while listening to Outkast.
The pants are slacks, with a high waist. And the vest was handed down from my mother. It's our families tartan, and fits me perfectly.
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