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The was the only sound in Arthur’s new, cavernous apartment, echoing like a hollow confession of his lack of preparation. He stood before a beautiful, built-in mahogany wardrobe, holding his dry-cleaned suit in one hand and absolutely nothing to hang it on. Arthur touched one

Arthur looked at his pile of twenty shirts back home. "I’ll... keep looking." "Too thin," he sighed