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With cooler winds prevailing, this past weekend marked the annual dig for my beloved blankey of a sweater, my cashmere cardigan. While deep in the throes of digging through my closet, I was also able to unearth my beaten and battered, holey and torn, unthrowawayable (do you think thats a word?) college sweatshirt. Both were purchased ages and ages ago, both can no longer be worn in public, and both are my favorite pieces of clothing for curling up next to a fire and watching old movies. One is promotional, my dear old college sweatshirt bought my freshman year with a huge smile and great pride. The other, I am pretty sure I stole from my sister right around the same time.
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