Dear Coats:

Dear All of the Winter Coats I accumulated during my nine years in New York from various goodwills and Filene’s Basements, I remember each of you now, your weird stains, your thick arms, your furry hoods, your sailor buttons, but I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHERE YOU ARE AND I’M BUMMED THAT I SOMEHOW LOST YOU AND OR GAVE YOU AWAY, as I fly tonight straight into a 10 degree NYC.  My stupid 30 dollar LA ‘cold’ Forever 21 coat just burst into TEARS. I AM ALREADY COLD!

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