My “look”—if I even possess such a thing—is best described as equal parts “teenage dirtbag” and “someone who is allergic to pants.” My wardrobe is comprised of jeans, jeans that have been cut into shorts, t-shirts, flimsy dresses, and not much else. But a new garment has edged its way into my wardrobe—and heart—and it…
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