A Size Off, a Marriage Off
By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home.
A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch.
When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office.
"Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point.
She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on."
I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL."
Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way
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