Dear Sweat Pants, It’s Over
My new loungewear is softer than cashmere, but without the fussy care. It fits beautifully, not like you — all baggy and stretched in the wrong places. And it’s versatile: chic enough for a coffee run, cozy enough for a Netflix night, and even polished enough for a red-eye flight (where you always made me look like a slob).
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