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The closet contained three wire hangers hung with the dry cleaner's thick paper rolls still under the pressed trousers. Beside the pants were three English tab collared shirts and a single wool blazer with fabric that better suited a sofa than a man. A pair of cedar shoe trees sat on the carpet, no longer needing to maintain the shape of the oxfords she now held, and the only belonging she intended to retrieve.

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