At the Loved-One Shop, clothes of dead people are donated by their families and bought for a dollar or two by others, proceeds to charity.
One customer is telling the cashier about the time she’d found a note in her late husband’s sweater, maybe his last words. “It didn’t say anything important. I don’t think so, anyway; I never could read his handwriting.”
“Oh,” the cashier said, dismissively, “I see those notes all the time. Most of these donated things have notes in their pockets. I used to try to read them, even sought out the families and returned them sometimes.
“But I gave up doing that, because the messages were always pretty much the same,” she shrugged. “Whatever….”
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