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It was a miracle. The garment had finally been taken off Phoenix's body long enough to wash the damn thing. Larry felt the material. A wool blend, not too scratchy, not too stretchy. She hadn't done too bad a job on the thing.
That didn't make Phoenix gushing about it feel any better, of course.
Why was he so obsessed with this? It's made with love! came to mind, and it made Larry want to hurl.
Clearly not enough, as he slipped it over his head and tested the fit. It was warm and soft, and he retired to the couch, dozing off.