She wore large sweaters because they reminded her of her grandpa. In wrapping herself in the stale wool of a cardigan she felt his arms closing around her. Bringing her in, bringing her close, saying that she was his little button. It didn't matter how hot it was, she'd wear one and sweat and feel closer to him, she heard his voice again. And one day maybe someone would do something like that and think if her. That was nice.
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