Man, I really want this pullover from ts(s) despite the fact that it looks A LOT like all the other pullover jackets I own. I can't fucking help myself. This shit's calling my name like sirens calling sailors out to sea. The only thing stopping me? I spilled a cocktail all over myself last night and I can't stop worrying about the fact that despite not really seeing any stain damage, I know that there's something there and I'll definitely notice it right before walking into a crucial function. This waking nightmare is totally consuming my day.
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