He shrugged it on,
It being the hug of a coat
found in the middle of a rail
amongst other men's shirts.
Heavy, the collar gently chafed
the back of his neck
cleaving to its materials.
The weight of another man's coat
Hanging from his shoulders.
They/it/hier slips through the door behind a blurry eyed early morning customer and slides into a little wooden chair at the back of the...
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