It's Skye. I know the rules.
She threw away my jacket.
I'm in shock. She threw away my freakin' jacket!
Yes, it was falling to pieces. Yes, to save it would have required a LOT more sewing ability than anybody in the System has. And probably a sewing machine and more money than we've got handy. But still.
She threw away my jacket!
I wore that thing in college, I wore it when I fell in love for the first time. I wore it in defiance of Dad; he wanted me to get something that looked nicer. I refused. I wore my Michael jacket.
I wore it to church, I wore it to work, I wore it every-damn-where.
Hells bells, I even wore it on the plane to California that one Christmas. And I froze my ass off when I got home. What was warm enough in Sacramento on January 4 was NOT enough in St. Louis that same day! I didn't care. I had my jacket.
And now it's gone. Copper threw it away. All I have left is the angel pin that went on the right pocket.
Was it falling apart? Yes. Did it need to be tossed?
....I guess so.
I'll be okay with it after a while, I guess.
But she threw away my jacket!
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