Grass Ain’t Greener Smoke Shirt

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Original artwork, copyright protected

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Printed to order and shipped from the USA

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2–3 business days after your order is placed.

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5–10 business days within the US, 7–15 business days internationally.

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1. Length is measured from the highest point on the collar down to the bottom hem. 2. Width is measured across the body of the shirt under the armpits, one way. 3. Sleeves are measured from center back to hem.