...that I'm going to have to look like an anorexic version of the Michelin Man?!? Wait, it can't be that bad! If I have to wear things like this, there is no way I'll ever get a date! The embarrassment of being seen as a giant deflated marshmallow takes any of this "romantic" notion that one might have about winter and makes it vanish...
If I could do something about this -- say, like, throw something round and cold at my parental units to express my dissatisfaction with this silly suit -- then maybe they'd listen to me! But sadly, I have the distinct feeling I'm going to get paraded around all the stores wearing this for the next 6 months of my life...
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