The painter walked into the paint store with many hellos and a request for new pants. His night of drinking had not finished and he'd wet his painter's whites. He didn't draw attention to the wet spot nor did he try to hide it with a color chart or job notebook.
When they didn't have his size, he settled for shorts, a size too big. A few minutes later he returned from the bathroom in his new shorts tightly bound by his belt. He bought two expensive ox hair brushes and forswore coffee. His legs were thinner and whitier than one might imagine.
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