I'd been wanting to run for maybe three weeks. After returning from nyc and vowing to quit cigarettes, I thought a little exercise would help me break the nicotine cycle. Of course, I didn't have clean good laundry.
Grabbed a clean-looking shirt and ran out - just for a short while, and I sensed something amiss. A passer-by seemed to smile to herself - or else was made uncomfortable. What was wrong? I looked down, "Oh God," I thought, "Please let this shirt not be a 'Save Darfur' t-shirt..."
Of course...
Seriously, the shirts are so rampant that despite never attending a protest, one nevertheless found its way into my drawer. That's pretty cool.
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