At what point in your adult life do you say to yourself, "hey, I'm going to go ahead and buy myself a pair of pleat front trousers"? I don't get it.
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For me, it was more of a matter of saying to myself, "Hey, Matt. Guess what? It's high time we stop shopping for pants with Mom and/or Dad and fall into the Gap for some flat fronts." Then I took swing dancing lessons.
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For me, it was more of a matter of saying to myself, "Hey, Matt. Guess what? It's high time we stop shopping for pants with Mom and/or Dad and fall into the Gap for some flat fronts." Then I took swing dancing lessons.
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