I found one of your old shirts in the back of the closet today. You must have forgotten it when you moved out. It still smelled like you, so I put it around on a pillow. I held the pillow and cried most of the morning. Then I realized I wasn't holding you, but I was holding a pillow.
Your breasts were much perkier.
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