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Sorting through the garbage, he found one that fit.
Sure, the coat was badly ripped and frayed and soiled, but it fit. And it seemed to retain, on some level, a touch of elegance that he hadn’t been exposed to in quite some time.
Besides, it was cold and he would gladly have stolen it even if it were only just crappy.
His mind traced back several steps and his imagination settled on the face of its previous owner


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