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I watched as they cleaned everything for his room.

Stripped the bed of its sheets

Prying the tape that held up posters from the wall.

Removing the clothes he'd left behind.

I could feel the the tears sting my eyes. "May I have that?" I ask pointing to the sweatshirt in the man's hands.

He nodded and handed me the grey sweatshirt.

I lifted it to my face and could still smell the cologne he'd used.

Tears streamed down my face.

"Come back."

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note; who do you think it is??

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