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Some nights, when the extra space in her bed is as vast and cold as an artic tundra, Pepper will pull one of Tony's old T-shirts out of the closet. A few still have the faintest scent of his aftershave, while others are covered in the sorts of stains and holes that only come from daily living. Whatever new ones might now appear, they won't be because of him. Some of them are so large that they almost reach her knees. Like a bear hug, she leans into their embrace, lets them drown her. Whatever ache they might bring, wearing them never hurts half as much as waking up alone the next morning.