"Are you going to wear that?" she asked while adjusting her hair.
He stared at her, blood boiling. He managed to unclinch his jaw enough to speak.
"Of course not. I just didn't want to get the good clothes dirty." He looked down at the shirt and slacks. She shook her head and walked out of the room. He shook his head and changed his clothes. Again.
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