The Blanket

There was a blue wool afghan draped across the back of the couch. It was slightly too small, a little scratchy, and its thick, open crochet meant any breeze could pass through undeterred. Nonetheless, it was in the constant rotation of blankets in the house—somehow always a top-tier choice.

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