It's 20-something years old. It's ugly, it's torn, it's faded, but it's mine. It's my comfort when I'm cold and my comfort when I'm sick. I received it as a gift when I was 16 and I have cherished it since. I no longer wear it in public (can you blame me?) and it too awhile for MDH to see me in it. Thank you for always being there for me, my WONDERFUL comfort.
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