When I was in my 20s I had a boyfriend who lied to me for a very long time. It's a long story and I'm not going to repeat all of it except for one detail that I still think of from time to time: Some months after I had moved out of what had been "our" apartment, and the new girl (who by that time really wasn't new at all) had moved in, I went over there for some reason (I don't remember why).
I noticed a sweater on a hanger by the door. It was mine. I remembered what vintage store I had bought it in, and when. I didn't remember leaving it behind, but it must have been sitting in a closet.
It was out now because new girl was using it. The scarf she was wearing with it, black, was attached to the hanger as well. Like they do in stores. The scarf where the neck would be.
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