the_borrowed_shirt
raze
it
came
in
the
mail
with
something
he
bought,
the
grey
-blue
t
-shirt
with
white
script
on
the
front
.
it
fit
him
well
,
and
then
it
fit
him
less
well
as
he
grew
in
the
small
ways
the
already
-grown
go
on
growing
,
but
he
wore
it
still
,
until
she
took
it
with
her
on
the
last
day
they
saw
each
other
,
a
way
to
keep
him
connected
to
her
in
absentia.
he
wondered
what
she
was
thinking
when
the
soft
teeth
of
his
shirt
dug
into
her
shoulders
—
if
she'd
already
assimilated
it
as
if
it
always
had
been
hers
,
or
if
she
told
herself
she
was
only
keeping
it
warm
and
giving
it
fragrance
and
a
body
to
blanket
until
she
and
it
returned
to
him
.
he
wondered
if
sometime
he
would
be
wearing
it
again
with
her
there
,
the
smell
of
her
on
him
,
or
if
things
that
had
yet
to
happen
would
happen
and
colour
what
was
felt
in
a
different
way
and
bring
him
to
not
want
back
a
thing
he
never
expected
to
lend.
he
did
wonder
.
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