Monday, September 22, 2008
Crimson hoody
Before she stepped out for an evening walk, she grabbed her sweatshirt from the chair and pulled it over her head. The familiar feel of her hoody was redolent of the night prior, where he had placed his jacket over it. She breathed in deep and stepped out in the crunchy fall air, walking on cloud nine.
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