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It started innocently enough: a simple pocket square of plaid, lovingly crafted by the finest Scottish artisans of the land. But as the days went by, it seemed as though the pocket had taken on a life of its own.
ประกIt would sag and droop, like a poorly-made soufflé, refusing to be contained by the constraints of mere mortal fabric.
Some say it's a curse, placed upon us by the great Scottish tartan overlords of the 19th century. Others claim it's simply a case of bad sewing.
We may never know the truth, but one thing's certain: the Plaid Pockets Sagging as a Curse has taken on a life of its own, and it's up to us to contain it.
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