Douchebag

It’s funny when you see someone and immediately think douchebag. There is no rhyme or reason. Slick looking white/silver framed sunglasses that fit snugly and are razor thin, a cocky grin, and a number 25 Yankee’s jersey open over a dark blue t-shirt. He’s got sunburn bright red along the top edge of his forearm. Loose fitting blue jeans, perfect teeth, and of course he’s on his cell phone. The undersides of his forearms are so so pale and it seems like there is a permanent smirk on his lips. He’s making plans, fingers digging into the corner of his eye. Close cut dark brown hair and the back of his neck is well shaved. His face is a tad sunburned, just along his cheekbones.

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