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The trousers were the usual sort our men wear, but on him they somehow drew the eye in, or perhaps there was more to him than all that. Perhaps we objectify at times when we are unwilling to acknowledge such strong connections.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 21, 2020.
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The trousers had greeted a thousand suns already and still had so many more left in them, that's what happens when you take the time to make things well. They last.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 21, 2020.