I mildly suggested he consider a clean T-shirt but no, that was me being too exacting again.
He went upstairs to the bedroom unofficially considered his and got a clean T-shirt.
He was barefoot, wearing faded 50is and a surprisingly clean white T-shirt.
Nothing beats the feeling of putting on a clean T-shirt, especially after a shower.
In a clean, white T-shirt and new jeans, he had undergone a change, too.
You can always tell from the clean, white T-shirts and the confidence that they could work anyone into the ground.
She pulled jeans and a clean T-shirt out and turned her back to him to put them on.
Testing the extent of her lateral movement, she put on a clean black T-shirt, no bra.
He was wearing a clean T-shirt and beaming all over.
Get the men together and see if we can't come up with a clean T-shirt to wrap this kid in.