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January 17, 2015
The tiny boy loved nothing more than hanging out in that pocket, making little mittens for himself out of lint that would gather there. He was amused by small strips of white paper that would occasionally come to rest there as well, on which important messages such as "You like Chinese food" and "You will have some new clothes" appeared, and wondered if life outside the pocket were as glamorous as those notes suggested. He didn't dare peak from the pocket when the woman left home, for fear of falling out or being discovered and perhaps mistaken for a mouse.