I walked out the door this morning wearing a sweater and black slacks.
There was the sweater. Looked down. Saw black.
But there was also an interesting breezy feeling somewhere just north of my socks.
Looked a little further down.
There, shining brightly was a section of leg visible between capri and sock.
It wasn’t pretty.
Turns out the slacks were in the laundry.
I settled for boots.
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