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Once upon a time there was a stonewashed jacket. The owner,
Maria, lost it one night on her way home from town. A man found it
a week later and tried to find the owner with no success. His
daughter saw the jacket and fell in love. She weared it almost
every day for two years. Then she put it in the attic to be
forgotten...Her son found it 20 years later and handed it over to a
second hand store. I love him, 'cause now it's mine!!
Story published by Démode on Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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