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So ...
It's 7.30 in the morning and you're standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast, when he strolls down the stairs, wearing some raggedy-assed old grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips with one frayed pocket and threadbare elastic flapping loosely around his bare feet.
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It's 7.30 in the morning and you're standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast, when he strolls down the stairs, wearing some raggedy-assed old grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips with one frayed pocket and threadbare elastic flapping loosely around his bare feet.
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