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The jacket was a tight hug on a wintry day, it was everything she needed given the weather that blew.

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The jacket kept him warm yet let him walk at full stride as if there was no weather, as if the winter around him was an illusion, a dream.

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It was a snug sort of jacket, the kind that embraced the warmth of the body and thwarted even the most determined cold blasts.

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The jacket was made of fine threads tightly woven into a community of material, it was the kind that would last for ages, keeping her warm.