You know that feeling--when you're cleaning out your closet and you find that sweater, the one that had been your favourite, and you wore it, like, every day for a month, and then suddenly one day someone snide--doesn't matter who, someone--sort of implied it didn't really look that good on you? So then you tossed it in the closet and it disappeared to the back of the shelf, and you forgot about it? And you pull it out and remember suddenly how soft it was, and how much you liked the colour and it even smells still like the last fella you hugged in it, faintly? And you pull the sweater on, and it feels like perfect comfort, like being wrapped in soft clouds and sunshine, like lowering yourself into a perfect-temperature bath?
That feeling?
Yeah. Something like that.
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