The Jacket

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Emily's POV

"U-uh h-here." Shorty said as he took a took a mans' jacket. I gladly took it with the man doing the Markiplier Middle Finger dance behind Shorty. I thanked the short man and ran off to a go hide behind a bush and stalk my crush, only to run into a telephone pole. Shorty ran after me and asked if I was okay, I said yes and hugged him. (Just an excuse to sniff him) Youre welcome Em xD

"I shall remember his scent" I thought.

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