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and then his fingers hit the soft fabric of the black hoodie he had adored since it was sent to him. the dorky smile of dream's trademark mask beamed at him, though peeling from being worn constantly.
it was three sizes too big for him, and it fell to his thighs every time he wore it, which dream was quick to make fun of when he told him he was wearing it.
he thought back to the night dream had told him he had sent it to phoenix. a warm feeling spread to his fingertips, his brain screaming with excitement. it was a hoodie from his best friend, a hoodie he had worn.
now, a year later, the small smell of cologne that had been there was completely gone from washes and wearing.