Embarrassing

I felt the draft but just thought of it as the normal weather, or the wind that blows when the earth recognizes you as runway worthy. The proverbial “wind blowing through the hair.” So I strolled with confidence (not something I knew well). A chance encounter was like a blow to the chest. “Sir, your fly is open.”

Embarrassing

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