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"I even have cuff links," he tells me happily, tugging at the sleeve of his jacket to show me. They're very nice, I assure him. They match your ring.
The tux fits him well, tracing the long, lean lines of his body. I take some pictures with our phone cams. He is smiling in the picture I take with my phone, formal and distinguished in the one I take with his.
"I should dress like this every day," he says, but I know him too well. His fashion sense is worse than mine.
He has left his shoes in the trunk of his car, and we go to retrieve them. Would it have killed you to wash the car for this? "It looked cleaner in the garage," he admits. He decides to take my car instead, and gives me the key to his convertible. He prepares to leave, then suddenly yelps; he has almost forgotten the corsage.
I forego a tux hug, although I do not know why. I watch then as he drives away, a young man going to the prom, and I smile at his happiness.
The tux fits him well, tracing the long, lean lines of his body. I take some pictures with our phone cams. He is smiling in the picture I take with my phone, formal and distinguished in the one I take with his.
"I should dress like this every day," he says, but I know him too well. His fashion sense is worse than mine.
He has left his shoes in the trunk of his car, and we go to retrieve them. Would it have killed you to wash the car for this? "It looked cleaner in the garage," he admits. He decides to take my car instead, and gives me the key to his convertible. He prepares to leave, then suddenly yelps; he has almost forgotten the corsage.
I forego a tux hug, although I do not know why. I watch then as he drives away, a young man going to the prom, and I smile at his happiness.