I pull the sweater out of the dry cleaner bag and throw it on. I’m already a little bit late to go in, so I’m not too concerned about how I look, but a passing glance in the mirror stops me cold.
“Does this sweater make me look old?” I say, walking into where Katie’s making her coffee.
“No,” she says, looking me up and down, “but really, it’s the khakis that make you look old...."
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