Junior woke up the next morning groggy and stiff. He stretched out his arms in the air, it pulled up his shirt exposing his little gut. He yawned and rubbed his belly.
“Ahahhaaa…” Junior stretched and yawned as he stepped into his slipped at the foot of his bed. His looked at his clock with blurry vision, all he could see was a 9. “Oh my god! The convention!”
Junior just remembered he had to go to a comic book convention today! He had to get his costume on! Junior through open the doors of his closet, sifted through his large array of button down shirts of various patterns and solids colors. He weeved in and out of his thick sweater section, careful to pass by any with animal patterns. He bypassed his slacks and other casual clothing to the back of his closet.
Today for the convention, he was wearing something new. He was going to cosplay.
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