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With a huff, Henry pulled on the skinny jean pants.  They restricted the movement in his legs and clung to the muscles in his thighs uncomfortably.  He constantly pulled at his crotch as the space there felt like it was always shrinking. He did like them on as they drew attention to the back of him rather than to his front zipper. He felt like a gazelle when he walked down the staircase. Each step was such a struggle to coordinate his tightly bound limbs. These stairs were often used as a place for weddings and gala photographs so they were made for an entrance. He did not feel grand at all down a staircase that bore such a name.