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Ripping Jeans

I went in search of jeans the other day. I suppose I didn't really look all that hard, but I came across a pair that fit me just right and was relatively cheap. Sounds like a match made in Heaven, no? The catch was that they were *gasp* pre-ripped.  It seems odd to be snobbish… Continue reading Ripping Jeans