The leather jacket was the black of the heavens, catching the spotlights, reflecting the night lights into iridescent waves.
The leather jacket hugged her as if it was trying to send a message, that she felt alone, that she needed more.
The leather jacket was the blue of lakes when summer yawns into the fall, softer than black, more vibrant than brown.
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