my sweater,
i can't find my sweater.

you know,

the one with the holes to put my arms through?
the one with the stain on the front from my first drunken night?
the one with the ripped stitch from when geoff tried to take it off?
the one with the logo from my first trip to new york city?
the one with the tag that says i'm sized small, when really, i'm a medium?
the one i dropped in that mud puddle last week?
the one that smells like my bedroom floor?
the yellow one?

i love that sweater.

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