Summer Mens Sport Sweatpants Shorts 3/4 Jogging Gym Soft Cotton Casual Trousers Breathable Muse’s Eyes (Deep grey, XL)

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100% New with High Quality

The new Men summer tracksuit pants is a must have in this summer, for beach, hiking, camping,and even more.
It is a good helper to urge you training. Let’s bulid a strong our body this summer.

Material:Polyester
Size:Asian M,L,XL,XXL

NOTE
1:As different computers display colors differently, the color of the actual item may vary slightly from the above images.
2:Attention: please ignore the tag size comes with the cloth. The tag size sometimes can be a larger than our description size because those are for Chinese. We are 1 or 2 sizes smaller than European and American people.
3:please allow 1-3CM differs due to manual measurement.
Thanks for your understanding.

Package include:
1 * Pants

Product Features

  • Material:High quality polyester, soft, breathable,and quickly dry.
  • An excellent sport short trouser is great suitable for athletic activities.
  • Size:Asian M,L,XL,XXL. Please use the picture to check your size.
  • This short tracksuit used the newest design, suit for casual,Sport,Gym,etc
  • Attention: please ignore the tag size comes with the cloth. The tag size sometimes can be a larger than our description size because those are for Chinese.

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False Colored Eyes: A Short Story

I woke to a cold breeze scratching at my cheek. I opened my eyes a crack and saw the room was filled with early morning light. In the distance I heard bells sounding. Surreptitiously, I slipped my hand under my pillow and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the dagger I kept there. A shadow fell across the bed; I jumped up, swinging the blade in a wide arc.

A man leapt back, a gash across his chest and garrote in his hands. Before he could recover, I charged him, bringing my dagger down into his forearm then punching him square in the nose. I grabbed the man by the collar and threw him across the room, right into an expensive Noan table that shattered like an icicle that had fallen from the eaves. With a moan, the assassin rolled over, blood covering half his face.

“Mercy,” he said, but even as he spoke his hand crept to his belt–towards a dagger.

I kicked the man’s hand then tore his belt off. I fashioned it into a makeshift noose and slipping it around his neck. As I dragged him towards the window, the assassin’s hands flailed uselessly around his throat, trying to slip his fingers between the leather and his skin. I pulled the man to his feet and sent him straight through the window.

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