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Dear Harry,

Remember that cream colored sweater you owned?

Yeah, well, I found it today.

I'm moving out of my old apartment, so I had some packing to do.

As I picked up your sweater, I couldn't help but remember everything we did together.

Writing to you helped heal the wound, but as I held the sweater in my hands, the pain came rushing back to me.

I contemplated on washing it or not, but it smelled just like you, so I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I packed it with me instead.

If you want it back though, you can have it.

I have no right to keep it anyway.

Alba Stockton


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