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Let me tell you about her jumper: it's blue, soft blue, not too dark, not too light, I'd say a summer night around eight o'clock, just the right shade. Baggy and oversized it falls gently around her curves, the more it covers the more she reveals. The sleeves are slightly too long and linger over her wrists, her slight slender fingers poking out at each end. Its gentle v-neck is like a bashful smile, beckoning me in. It's finally happened- I have fallen for polyester, I am in love with her knitwear, I want to seduce a sweater. The train arrives at my station and we stand up together. Fortune is on my side. Perhaps we may meet again... and I might see the girl around as well.