There were five different jackets laid out on the mattress. One looked like it would’ve prepared me for an excursion to the Arctic. Another was slightly thinner but still made of that puffy down material. The third was a bit more fashion-forward. It was army green but lined with some sort of insulation I knew would make it super warm. The fourth was a rain jacket that looked like it would protect me from torrential downpours. The fifth had an invisible fist squeezing my heart. It was a gorgeous black leather motorcycle jacket. My fingers skimmed over the fabric. It was the softest thing I’d
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