Her riot of messy curls was caught with a clip at the back of her neck. She’d scrubbed her face free of makeup and now wore jeans, sneakers, and an oversized, ratty gray hoodie that read “ARMY” in block letters across the front. In fact, that hoodie looked suspiciously like one I’d let her borrow when we’d gone camping years before and she’d never returned it.It did something to my Percocet-addled brain to see her wearing my shirt, especially when I contemplated how many times she’d probably worn it in the last six or so years. New when I’d lent it to her, it now looked in dire need of retirement. The letters were faded, and a corner of the top of the “A” had washed off. The cuffs, fabric edge next to the zipper, and the front pockets all showed signs of fraying.Did she think about me when she wore it? Did she think about that camping trip? Maybe the sweatshirt was the same kind of reminder for her that the photo in my wallet was for me.Or maybe I was over thinking this, and it was just a warm sweatshirt that fit her well.She set my rucksack on the bed.
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