you can borrow
my coat, if you'd
like. it's cold
out, and it might
snow. it's my
favorite coat,
the long black
one, with deep
pockets, but you
have to bring it
back. i need that
coat, there's
a number in the
pocket that i
can't throw away,
at least not yet.
she wrote it down
one night, the
night we met,
folded it neatly
and placed it
in my pocket, where
my hand was.
so please bring back
my coat, it's my
favorite. don't
forget. okay?
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