Fabien was down in the dumps this morning. When I asked him why he responded that he has no clothes. The socks that do not match are not his; the shorts are well-ventilated (holes); the shoes which don't really fit him are borrowed. At least the shirt is his. He was consoled when Berthony said that he'd make sure that Fabien gets new clothes before the New Year starts. That explains the smile.
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