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In the morning, David was busy sorting through his closet. He was unsure of what outfit to wear to meet Chelsea this morning. There were suits, sweaters, and several shirts already cluttering his bed. In reality, none of the options seemed suitable to him.

"Wait," David mumbled, scratching the back of his head, which wasn't itchy. He suddenly remembered that the event with Chelsea this morning was a morning run together. Once again, he tried to calm himself. Even if it was a morning run, if Chelsea reciprocated his feelings, wouldn't it become a significant memory? David couldn't possibly wear just any clothes for such an important occasion.

He...