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He got off two stops early and walked the river path. The sky was bruised purple, the city reflected in quicksilver ripples. He took a detour through a thrift shop that always smelled faintly of cedar and possibility. There, among faded jackets and a stack of vinyl records, he found a sweater that fit like an afterthought — soft, slightly oversized, with a tiny mothhole that made it feel lived-in. He bought it for less than the cost of his coffee and felt like he’d stolen an instant belonging.