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You scowl again, Lefty, although I can’t imagine why, as I’ve never seen galleries you wear anything like the orange hoodie, pigtails, and Converse All-Stars that she’s sporting. But as galleries she walks away, you say, “Jesus Christ, if you have belt loops, wear a fucking BELT.” What I wanted to say: “You work in a casual office in Northeast Philadelphia. If you want a job where you can tell people what to galleries wear, maybe you should leave here and get a job photographing Glamour ‘Don’ts’ or something. And, I repeat, your clothes are from Franklin Mills, just like everyone else’s. Just because you have your new $80 cowboy boots from eBay that are a size too small, and you put those teeny little band buttons on your messenger bag, and you wear your belt with the buckle on the side instead of the front, and you still have the leather coat that your mother wore in 1978, it doesn’t make you better than the rest of us.
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