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I've always loved these CdG shirts with the runoff stitching. True story: My little sister copped me the Junya x John Smedley version for my birthday a few years ago. It was dope and a size medium, which is my normal size, but it was an emotional six months that year, and, guys, I might have gained a little bit of weight. THE JUNYA DIDN'T FIT. IT WAS A FUCKING TRAVESTY. I mean, I could put it on, but I looked like a French sailor who spent his entire shore leave eating his weight in croissants and baguettes. AND MAYBE I HAD? BUT MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE MY GIRL AT THE TIME DUMPED ME STRATEGICALLY AFTER I HELPED HER MOVE. NEVER OWN A PICKUP TRUCK. Cop this shirt, but double check the measurements. You may have slid up (or down, good for you homie) a size.
