khakis
a short story about peeing your pants, wedding dress codes, and a clothing department changing room
Weddings, weddings, weddings. It seemed like there was one every weekend, for friends far and near, cousins close or distant. Each one, a celebration of love designed to give everyone involved – from lovebirds to guests – yet another reason to spend more money, a chance to solidify their class and status within the greater striations of American society…
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