It’s rare that I’ll ever step out of the house wearing sweatpants. Unless I’m going to dance or am sick as a dog, I simply detest the idea. What do I do when I’m at my laziest of moments? I turn to the slouchiest of denim, which has worked its way into becoming one of my favourite new additions to my closet.
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