Imagineyour father, Luke, not liking the way you dress...
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"Dad, this is a tank top!" You complain, folding your arms across your chest. It was almost as if he wouldn't let you out unless you were covered from head to toe.
"And this is a flannel," Luke gestured to his shirt. "Your point?" He turned you around and pushed you back up the stairs impatiently. "Go put on a sweatshirt or something."
"God forbid I show my shoulders!" You yelled out as you stomped back up the stairs.
