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Autobiography of a coat

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I am a coat. Unfortunately, I am lost. I would like to tell you how I got lost, rather about my life.

I was the two-hundredth batch of a newly made Raymond Coats, bout to be sent to shop for selling. We were kept in trolleys in a hilltop retailers’ warehouse. I have remembered always noticing a large hole at the back of the warehouse. But I did not know what was on the other side of it until some days ago.

I had a friend, who was coincidently our trolley’s release lever. I often urged him to let us go to explore that hole, but he would remain shut tight. But one day I didn’t nag him. He released our trolley. Unfortunately the warehouse was tilted towards the hole as it was on a hill. Our trolley rolled towards the hole in speed. I closed my eyes. I became unconscious due to some unknown force.

When I woke up I was worn by some man at a party. He was talking to his friends about me. He said that he found me while passing under a hill. He said he saw several coats and a trolley falling from the sky. When we fell down, he picked me up and took me home. I was thankful to fall in the right hands.

But my thankfulness was short-lived, for on his way home, the man was robbed by a robber, who took me with him.

Now I don’t know where I am. I seem to be in a place where no one except the robber can find me. I am lost.

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