I took another glance on the selection I had made the night before as it hung at the side of the wardrobe reserved for just that - a pair of denim trousers, a vest and a complementary blazer. A careful choice aimed at making the tasks of the day go a bit swiftly and easier to handle. A convenient choice, if I might add. The blazer is usually there as an accessory for days like this where I was sure I would look awkward if I didn't understand how to convince everyone in one quick sighting that I had my sense of decency at the optimal level expected of every member of a society with rigid standards of morality like this. Maybe not exactly optimal, but at least at an approvable level. If they saw me with the blazer, they would conclude that I was just trying to prevent my body from scarring away in the heat at that particular moment and would certainly throw the blazer back on once I cooled off a little. There are days (actually almost all the time) where the blazer would hang off my hand to indicate the closest moments it actually made it close to a part of me. It hung on there in a 90 degrees flexed position of the arm to serve as a good way to carry it about as I strutted around like I didn't care that I looked different from most people. Everyone is always well covered up, no matter how hot it is, as though there is a non-verbal guidline and physical austerity; and here am I flaunting my arms like I didn't know the real implications of that.
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