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“I am going to die out here. I might. I could. Die. All this time I should have been practising for dying. What was I doing instead? Reading reviews for sweatpants.”
― Melissa Broder, Death Valley

“She was so cool, as she knew, ankles crossed
at the puckered hem of granite
gray sweatpants, and she also knew
I was watching from the open door
of the B train—watching her pose
in apparent comfort at the girder of this city thoroughfare.”
― Kristen Henderson, Drum Machine

“Wiggling my breasts against his back, I waited for the groan.
Cooper glanced back at me and frowned. “I need to start wearing sweatpants or else you’ll kill me.�
“I don’t understand,� I said, batting my eyes innocently. “Are you talking about this?� Wiggling my breasts against him again, I jumped when his hands went to my bare thighs.
Stroking from my hips to knees, Cooper gave me a grin. “I’m getting you naked this weekend. Even if I have to lie, cheat, and steal, I’m hitting a homerun with you, baby.�
“Sure, whatever. Can we leave now?�
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“A stud that needs sweatpants.�
“If it’s such a hassle, maybe we shouldn’t fool around at my place?�
Cooper just laughed while pulling away from school. He was laughing again when he parked at the curb next to my apartment building.
“What’s so funny?�
“Nothing. When I don’t get enough oxygen to my brain, it gives me the giggles.�
Now, I was laughing as we walked to the front door. “My mom might be home.�
“I’ll be sure to feel you up silently then.�
Grinning, I unlocked the door and pushed it open to find the air conditioner running high.
“My mom sometimes gets overheated.�
“Lady issues. Check. No more info is necessary or desired.�
Shutting the door, I turned down the air conditioner before finding two sodas in the refrigerator.
“I need a shower.�
Cooper stared at me with a pained expression. “Sweatpants.�
Laughing, I left him to my crappy cable. After a quick shower, I changed into a loose tank top and shorts. Feeling daring, I chose to wear panties, but no bra.
Returning to the living room, I found Cooper stretched out with his legs over the coffee table and his arms spread out along the back of the couch. He looked large and menacing then he glanced at me and grinned.
“Would now be a bad time to mention I’m horny?� he asked as I opened my soda and joined him on the couch.
“If I never again heard a single thing about you being horny, I’d still be well informed.”
― Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Beast

“All over America, you see women in yoga pants and men in sweatpants, even when they are not on their way to or from a yoga class or softball field. When I fly, I see so many sweat suits â€� even pajamas â€� on my fellow travelers that it’s as though the airplane were the sleeper car of a train bound for summer camp or a gym in the sky, not a public space for business people and vacationers.”
― Tim Gunn, Tim Gunn's Fashion Bible