It was the beginning of the '90s. I was broke and very thin. Jenny gave me two flannel shirts which she herself had worn. She was tall and the shirts were big on her. When she held me, I could feel her against the length of my entire body. I stayed in love with her much longer than she was in love with me though. It's safe to say that I was obsessed with her which is not at all a safe way to be. I kept the shirts after she'd gone and suffered hard in them. To wear them was to invoke her presence. I wore those shirts until they disintegrated which somehow occurred before I did.
A few minutes ago, I woke up thinking about those shirts.
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