at the seams

A particularly streamlined anything works for me 99.9% percent of the time, with the leftover minuscule of a percentage standing for those subtle moments where I'm oblivious to the truth. Rare but possible. Simple detail is somewhat of a drug, where rather than hallucinations, dangerous thoughts come to mind when gawking at the old wardrobe rail in the morning, which is exactly what happened when this pristine Topman find crawled to the front of the line. Apparently, I wasn't kidding when my foresight pointed out the supreme white shirt.

The gray accents seemed to do the job for me, and with the whole "streamlined" spiel I've been rabidly remarking for the past few days, it fit the bill all the more splendidly. For a digression, final memorandum on men's week coming tomorrow.